Today while I was in a board call. Kitty found either my typing away the minutes or the chatter of the discussion deeply soothing. Good for him. Nothing much to do other than work or sleep away your days when it’s mostly raining out.
Today the weather took a turn for the worse and the evening was unusually early dark, wet and cool. Since it’s been gloomy all day I decided to take the hint and sneak in a totally lazy evening watching telly. Kitty approved and settled on my belly.
It’s called recovery. Or in my case curling up with the kitties. That’s pretty much all I did last week. Both body and mind needed recovery from the exertion of 42.195km.
With home office still on there’s nothing much to talk about but my run training, yoga and my furry four-legged roomies.
They sure know how to enjoy a Sunday morning… and pretty much every other morning.
And where do I sleep tonight?
Elvis is a real lap-cat, thus a purrfect companion to take selfies with. At first he was a little distracted as he desperately tried to push the releaser button. And lo and behold! He even managed to shoot a photo once!! 😀
Joker, Elvis’ big black brother, is not much of a lap-cat (yet anyway ;-)) so selfies with him have yet to happen.
Do you have a cat and is he/she a lap-cat?
My panther can be quite a (male) diva. He loves to be served and obeyed to his every last desire. Sometimes I have the willpower or I’m simply lazy enough to withstand. But when you see this face through the tinted front door window even the strongest resolve melts away after making me smile so hard I’m certain to expect a slight muscle ache in my cheeks by tomorrow morning.
He’s just the sweetest and most stubborn little boy. and he likes his staff well trained. My neighbors know. He’s hanging out with them a lot and they don’t have a cat door so they have to wait on him all the time. But they don’t mind. They are aware the cat took over and they are simply tolerated staff by now.
About a week ago I had to go to the doctor’s office for an annual checkup. While I was sitting in the waiting room a tiny fluffy black kitty hopped in the window, quickly gazed at me and offered me a little meow before plopping itself down on the chair next to me and starting to clean itself vigorously. I watched it for a while then shrugged and continued my reading. I was under the impression that this happened regularly and since I love a cat’s company I was in waiting room heaven.
When the doctor came to welcome me she greeted me,’looked at the cat, back at me and asked me quite dazzled whether the cat would be ok in the waiting room and I once again shrugged, telling her she probably ought to know better. A puzzled expression crossed her face and she asked me “So this is not your cat?” And I’m just like “Nope, I only bring my cats to the doctor when it’s a vet.”
Next thing I know is the doc calling for the assistant who looks at me a tad outraged and I immediately knew she too was thinking this was my cat. And there it was, she asked me and I once again declined patiently.
Both the assistant and doctor look a little helpless at this point and so the assistant tries to shake the cat off the chair which immediately makes me step in, cradle her in my arms and setting her outside the window. I’ve hardly ever seen windows being closed any faster.
The doctor and the assistant were quite obviously uncomfortable but to me it was one of my best visit to the doctor’s. If it were up to me I would only visit doctor’s with waiting room kitties, I’ve positively never been sooo relaxed in a doctor’s office ever!
Have a great start into this new week!
Monday saw some torrential rain around where I live but – being my own hero and all – that didn’t keep me from going out for an hour long run… while my cats, the frog and the ball in the drawing, decided to stay put on the cozy warm DRY bed…
Now isn’t that some real kickass determination I showed on a public holiday??!? 😀
Monday was awfully windy here in Switzerland. When I got home and left my car I met my cat friends, Elvis and Joker, who were hanging on for dear life to avoid being blown across the courtyard. I leaned in and led the way to the safety of our little house.