I’m Elijah Moon, and I’m back to post while my humans are otherwise occupied. I do have some trouble with the computer keys have been told I have very expressive paws.
Today I’m going to give you an idea of my schedule. Noelle manages to adhere to it fairly well, Hubs not so much. I sleep with my humans, but usually get up the minute Hubs goes downstairs. Since this can be any time between 1 and 6 AM, and sometimes more than once, I have a busy night. Hubs is usually back in bed by 6:30, and Angel (did I mention there’s an animal in this house?) gets Noelle up around 7.
Angel thinks she’s the boss, but in reality she’s an impertinent, butt-snuffing terrier (I heard she’s a mixed breed – part rat terrier and part Jack Russell). That’s probably why she is not normal.
I allow her to share the couch with me at night, though. She’s learned to keep her distance.
Anyway, when Angel gets Noelle up, I come downstairs and have to remind her to let me out immediately. She’s gotten better understanding at cat-speak. After I go out, and she takes Angel out, I come back inside with them and have my morning whipped cream cheese. Not much, just a taste. And maybe some crunchy treats. And maybe some tuna fish if there’s any in the fridge. Then I got to the door and this time, I don’t have to ask.
I love wandering around the yard. Sometimes I just sit on the deck and ponder the bushes. After a while I come in, and my breakfast is always there waiting for me. Then I nap, usually all morning. Did you know that cats sleep from 16-18 hours a day? Why do you think we’re so beautiful?
In the afternoon, I go out again. If it’s cold, not for long, but in the summer I like to go to the pool with Noelle and ride on a mat in the water. If it’s really hot, I take a swim. Honestly, it feels good and if I lick fast enough, I’m dry by the time we have to go in.
I always have to be inside by dusk. There are coyotes in the neighborhood (so I’ve been told) and they do have a taste for cat flesh. My two leggeds saw a pair of them walking in broad daylight through the neighbor’s yard. I do know there aren’t cat visitors at our door any more. Or dogs. Or raccoons. Or possums.
One night, we did have a visitor at the glass door to the porch. He was rather large and was banging on the door at me. Noelle came down to see what the noise was. When she put on the porch light, he ran away, but I heard her say it was a wildcat.
Next time I have a chance to post, I’ll tell you what I do for fun.