Yesterday, I clipped Mr. Needleclaws' nails.
This morning, at 4:30AM, I awakened to the sound of cat paws trying to turn the ancient brass knob attached to my bedroom door.
A short while later, I nearly stepped on cat womit in the middle of the kitchen floor.
But when I came home from teaching three-in-a-row, Mr. Needleclaws seemed glad to see me.
He rubbed against my legs, but didn't get tangled in them.
He even pretended to play with the gift I'd bought him in Cali.
Later, I let him take a nap with me in the sun.
No tail-in-the-face, no scratching the chin and making the whole bed shake, no jumping across my body over and over again. No biting of the hand.
I wonder what happened when I was out teaching....
What happened to him while you were out doing a 3fer in yoga?
ReplyDeleteHe is a CAT:
Aloof... bizarre...sarcastic... volatile...