She had company on Christmas, and one of the visitors mentioned how much she enjoyed reading my updates. I was touched, so much so that I let her briefly scratch my belly before reaching out with a warning slash. That kind and intelligent visitor then asked why I had not been posting any updates over the last few months,
I have much on my mind that needs sharing, but it has become difficult to use the computer. She used to be on a schedule that was easy to figure out. Monday through Friday, she left the house early and was gone all day. There was plenty of time for me to explore, nap, look for food, and organize my thoughts for writing. Alas, that schedule is no more. Last summer she started staying home later during the day. Now she sleeps in late and comes and goes at irregular times. She might spend an entire day at home, not leaving once; or she might leave in the morning, be home briefly during the afternoon, and then be gone until late night. It has disrupted my life and made finding time to write updates much more difficult.
Now, do not interpret what I have just written as an excuse; no cat would ever indulge in such self-abasing behavior. Excuses are what a cringing dog would do: “Oh, please don’t be mad because I piddled on the carpet, but it’s because you weren’t there to take me for a walk”. Disgusting! I am not asking for your approval or forgiveness, simply stating a fact.
Her new schedule has affected every aspect of my life, and mostly for bad. She is up later in the morning by several hours, which means that my food bowl remains empty. She has completely disrupted my nap schedule, and I have found myself getting a bit cranky from lack of sleep. There were some rather delightful things I enjoyed doing when she was not around to stop me, and the opportunities for those activities have become more challenging to find.
Adding to my general frustration is that as my life has become more challenging and stressful, she seems so much more relaxed and, dare I say it, even happy. Apparently, what she did was to retire. I thought that word referred to the very wise idea of taking a nap, but now realize its meaning is to sleep late and look happier.
Good for her, but what about me? I’m still waiting for that better mood to translate into something of value, like giving me more and better food, or not being so upset when I scratch that delightfully scratchy chair.
Damn – I hear her at the door. She was gone for such a short time. Such is now my lot in life. I wish all of you a very happy New Year, and my sincere hope that 2017 will be a good year. For me, personally, my New Year’s wish is that she purchases a huge bag of cat food, leaves it out on the floor, and then takes a long vacation.