I was multitasking as usual. I had stripped my sheets off the bed and was starting to gather my school stuff together. I came back and found that my seat had been taken by my backup helper. She peeked over the top of the blankets to check to see if I was going to make her move. Yes, I did, because she usually won’t sit with me, unless she’s on the opposite side of the room. She moved when she realized that I wasn’t giving in.
Inky is my usual helper when it comes to homework and nap time. Today, I guess that Inky had other plans. Mini decided to join me. She isn’t as close of a helper as Inky, but she keeps the blankets from flying up in the air. I suppose that’s a help. She normally won’t sit anywhere near me, so having her help was a special treat.
Here’s a photo of my homework helper. She’s doing her job as a paperweight very well in this case.
She has various ways to help. This morning, it was knocking the books next to my bed over to make sure I was awake enough to start my homework.
My favorite is when she’s attempting to sleep on the keyboard of the laptop while I’m in a Zoom meeting or trying to type a paper. She’s really helpful.
Before I saw this comic, I hadn’t thought about how cats give information to the younger generations. Now I understand!
Do you suppose that the older cat here is named Maria? I don’t think I’ve ever run into a cat named Maria. I am sure someone has called a cat Maria at some point?
At my house, so many different things are used as cat beds. My favorite is the random paper bag taken from the bag of leftover shopping bags. The cats fight over it occasionally, but then one realizes that paper beds aren’t so glamorous and she finds another one. The cats will play in cardboard boxes, but they aren’t fans of sleeping in them.
Mini kicks people off of the kitchen chair when it’s her naptime. Inky will hide in the garage and we will find her on the pile of laundry.
Inky’s favorite place to be, though, other than on my lap, is on top of the refrigerator. She sits up there and watches whoever is cooking. She supervises and occasionally tosses out a bit of cat hair to hopefully not end up in food. I guess she considers it the penthouse. Thankfully, she doesn’t have to pay by the day, because then she’d be asking for money from me. Maybe we should have her get a job?
Part of the reason to have a pet is so that they will keep you company. Mine is also for entertainment. I was working on homework, sitting on my bed, and I got up to use the bathroom. I came back to Inky sitting in my spot.
Then, after I got settled back onto the bed to do more homework, Inky decided to settle in next to me. She keeps track of my books and notes. We also have an argument every time the laptop comes out, because she seems to think that the laptop is a cat bed. I continually move her. She tells me that she is a lap cat and that the computer is on my lap, so it’s in her space. I try hard to tell her otherwise. She also interrupts Zoom meetings. I think that’s partly the computer on the lap issue. Discussions continue nightly.
Molly is very predictable. She loves breaking down cardboard boxes. She loves chasing the reflection from the glass on watches. She fetches potatoes. She will only pee in large patches of dirt, like the backyard. She won’t pee or poop while she’s on the leash. She cries when she sees other dogs. She will sniff anything that she can. She is infatuated with succulents and cacti. She’s afraid of cats. She’ll stick her head in any paper bag, just to see if the compost is available to sample from.
She’s not an angel, but we know what she will do. I forget a lot that not everyone realizes this.
I took her for a walk today, after running her around to burn off some energy. We walked down the street and she started sniffing all the lawns and plants all the way down the street. We almost reached the corner and she spotted a cactus. I thought, great. We’ll be here a while as she started her full investigation of the cactus. I looked up and saw my neighbor watching us.
He looked at me and snapped “I don’t want your dog peeing there.” I explained that she just likes smelling everything and she already peed before we left the house. He rudely said “well, I have a seven year old to protect, so she’d better not.”
I just walked away with Molly. I started thinking. What exactly is he protecting his kid from? Dog pee? I suppose that he could catch leptospirosis, but she’d have to have been infected, and she did get a vaccination for it because she played in a river a while ago. These infections are pretty rare in humans, anyhow. Doesn’t the neighbor have bigger problems if his kid is playing with a cactus?
I decided to let it go. I know my dog and it’s really none of his business if my dog stops to smell the roses. Or cactus in this case.
Over the last few weeks, I have noticed more dogs out and about with their owners. I guess the owners are getting out more, so the pets get out more.
I was walking out of work and I could hear a woman dropping her car off with the valet. I heard, “come on Nama. Be good. Nama, stay. Nama stay.” I just knew that she named that dog just so she could say Namaste.
A few days later, as I was going in to work, I saw a woman trying to get out of the car while her dog yapped away inside. “Come on, Loretta. Calm down.” I don’t think I’ve ever met a dog named Loretta before.
Kallie lives in the house which has a backyard that shares a fence with us. When we let our dogs out, it sounds like a tea party is going to happen. “Molly, Doris, Kallie! Keep it down out there!” They mostly just bark to talk, not out of anger. We don’t trust them enough to meet each other face to face.
I love to hear entertaining pet names. If you’ve heard any, please share.
Every month, our dogs get a bark box. The box is small and usually fairly light. We allow Molly to retrieve it and open it herself.
I ordered a new swimsuit. I was headed out for a short time, so I just kicked it inside our entry way and went on my way.
When I came home, Molly was in the entry way, waiting for me. My daughters let her out and she said hi to me as I came up the walkway. We went inside and shut the gate.
Suddenly, Molly saw the box. She grabbed it and ran upstairs with it. The kids caught her and sent her back downstairs. I managed to get the box from her, but she was still interested in the box. I opened it and got the innards out. She tried to take the swimsuit. I managed to keep the suit and I gave her the empty box. She was still excited and ran back up stairs with it. She had her fun with the box and then it got recycled.
About an hour later, her bark box was delivered. I guess she knew it was about time for her package to come. I guess we need to teach her to read the labels before she assumes it’s for her.
The artist mentioned in the above linked article is a cat rapper. He raps to cats, and about them. I missed the actual live show, but the interview here entertained me. I hope the live show was good. The cats seemed kind of unimpressed, but I’ve never seen a cat behave so well while getting a bath.