Because Molly and I spend so much time in the garage, I decided that it was time to teach her to help out with the laundry. She watches me each time I put clothes in the washer or dryer, so she knows what to do. I decided that she can help.
She can’t really reach the washing machine well enough to put clothes in. I don’t want her to accidentally eat a laundry soap pod, so they are out of her reach, too. She doesn’t wash her paws frequently enough to allow for me to let her try to put the clean, wet clothes into the dryer. We don’t need mud on the clean clothing. She is lousy at cleaning the lint trap in the dryer. The extra lint and dust make her sneeze, and it sticks to her wet nose. The only option left was to give her the job of folding. I decided to start with towels. She informed me that opposable thumbs were required for this task. Darn it.
I ended up giving her the most important job of all – listening for the alert. She knows that I will get up and go to the washer or dryer when I hear it chime. She leads me to the machines and watches intently as I move the clothes around.
My daughter told me that I succeeded, though. I couldn’t teach Molly how to do laundry, but she learned when to do laundry. Baby steps.
Usually, I know generally where the cats are when I’m traveling to the bathroom. Usually, they are guarding the cat food, just in case someone might decide to feed them, randomly. Maybe they are trying to keep the kitchen chair warm. Or hoping something will jump out of the recycling bag at them.
Last night, I saw Mini right away. She was wandering around, minding her own business. I didn’t see Inky, so I suspected she was in the bathroom. I was on high alert. She’s jumped out of the litter box at me so many times that I was expecting it. No. She wasn’t there.
I was finishing up in the bathroom, and suddenly Inky popped out of the shower at high speeds, pushed past me and ran out the bathroom door. I screamed. I knew, logically, that she would be in the bathroom, but she still surprised me.
Molly hangs out with me in the garage while I do my homework, school meetings and other Zoom meetings. She is generally quiet, but once in a while, she wants to play. She gets bored.
She got a new ball recently. It would light up with a bump, so when we threw it, it would flash when it bounced. This lasted about a minute. Molly chewed it until the light stopped lighting up. It still works as a fetching toy, though.
On one recent toss, Molly’s ball landed in her water bowl. She looked at me. I wasn’t getting it. It was wet. She wasn’t getting it. It was wet. She tried to get it, but she couldn’t get it without getting herself and the floor wet. It looked like the puppy version of bobbing for apples.
Finally, she got it! She was kind enough to bring it to me. I absentmindedly grabbed it from her. The ball released the rest of the water that was inside it. So, now I was wet, too. I threw it and the final bits of water flew out. So much for keeping the floor dry.
We have two cats. These two cats require four food bowls so that one doesn’t block all of the bowls, disallowing her sister to eat. They also have a food puzzle. The puzzle is made of several little cups attached to a dish-like base. They have to work at the puzzle to get extra food.
Inky, the one who likes to block the bowls, digs at the puzzle with gusto. She gets her paws in and throws all of the food onto the floor. Mini is smarter and comes up behind Inky and cleans the floor up so she doesn’t have to work for it. When Mini does dig in the puzzle, it’s quiet and polite and one kibble at a time.
When I’m lying in bed, trying to sleep, I can hear them digging away. I always know who it is by how noisily the kibble hits the floor. Most nights, though, Mini chooses to dig in the compost instead of the puzzle, if given the opportunity. I prefer to sleep.
I agree with all of these amazing healing powers that cats have. They don’t mention the others that come out much more often.
Cats have an amazing ability to sense if your bladder is full. They are great at telling you that it’s time for a meal. They are pointy and manage to find the most sensitive spots to step on. These aren’t healing abilities, just the natural abilities of the species.
The pets are used to a regular schedule. Around 7am, the cats are kicked out of upstairs and take their positions in the kitchen, waiting to be fed. Around 7:30 am, the dogs are brought down, separately, to empty bladders and return to bed, or join the school session, depending on the day’s plan. On the weekends and holidays, the pets don’t seem to remember that they don’t need to make sure we are ready for work.
One weekend, I was attempting to sleep in. Between my bladder and the cats, I managed to get to 8 am. At least with my bladder, I can get to the bathroom and back half awake and can sometimes manage to get back to sleep.
I was sound asleep and I felt one of the cats climb onto my bed and onto my chest. I reached out to pet the cat and found out that it was Mini. She accepted the pets and ear scratches and went away. She came back several more times before she decided that I needed motivation. I got a nip on the elbow and I decided to get up.
I took a nap. Inky joined me, as usual. One cat. I started my nap with just one cat. When I woke up, I had two cats napping with me. Mini decided it would be a good idea, too. They are multiplying. At least I didn’t have three cats napping with me, since we don’t have a third cat.