I had an unexpected day off, so I decided to be productive about it. Molly and I had a long list to do.
We started by taking her mom to work in her mom’s car. Molly alerted us by whining whenever a dog was visible. Then I had to go to the ATM. She cried a little when I got out, but stopped soon.
I came back and there was a car that looked like mine near my daughter’s. I knew I didn’t have my car, so I walked past the little red one to a Toyota SUV. My daughter doesn’t have a Toyota. I couldn’t find her car, so I honked the door lock a few times. Couldn’t find it. Then I see miss Molly looking at me from four cars away wondering what the heck I was doing and why I didn’t get in the car.
It’s one thing to do stupid things like that, but another to have a witness. At least Molly won’t tell on me.
I recently started going to meetings for discussions about health and activity. Today’s question was “how will you add activity into your week?” I added that I plan on adding a quick walk a few times a week, since I found it only takes 10 minutes to get around the block with Molly. Less if I go alone, since I don’t stop to smell the bushes. The coach laughed and asked why I didn’t. You know, I didn’t have a good answer.
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.
My sleep intermission started around 4:30 this morning. I used the restroom and was headed back to bed. I was greeted by Inky who was politely sitting by her food bowl. She informed me that since we were both awake, I might as well feed her breakfast. I strongly disagreed. The debate was short, but I won.
I really need to get the pets watches. If they knew the time, it would be less likely that I have a 4:30 am discussion about the unlikelihood of breakfast 2 and a half hours before breakfast time. Also, I think it would be less likely that I am having a discussion with the cats if I had a full night’s sleep.
I do most of my computer work solo. I am usually either in my bedroom or in the garage. I am usually concentrating on what I am doing, and have most noises tuned out, unless the TV is too loud or the family or animals are talking. Yes, my pets talk. I’m good with the washer and dryer running. The dishwasher running doesn’t bother me. If I am into what I am doing, I don’t hear it. Even if I am directly spoken to, I just agree without registering what was said.
One day, I was working hard on reading a PDF online. I was using the mouse to scroll as I read. Someone came out to do laundry and pointed out that the wheel on my mouse squeaked. I was informed that I need a new mouse. It never bothered me before, but I asked a friend what to do about the squeak. I was told to take it apart and clean it, but it is easier to just replace it. OK, I will add that to the bottom of my to-do list.
Fast forward a few weeks. I know that the cats have been chasing something. I assume it’s a mouse. The family thinks they have heard it, but it has not been caught yet. The cats are no longer chasing anything, so I hope it has found its way back outside now that the weather is better.
Again, the family came down to work on laundry and school while I was in the garage. “What is that noise?” “Oh, it’s just the mouse.” They stared at me. I asked why they were staring. “How are you so calm when you know there’s a mouse running around, since you can hear it?” I hadn’t thought about that, but rest assured, I would not have been that calm if I was referring to an actual, live mouse. Maybe I should move the task of finding a new computer mouse up the to-do list? Maybe I should just continue to ignore the squeak? Decisions, decisions.
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.
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.