Saturday, March 06, 2010
It's 4 in the a.m. and Schroedinger the Cat sidles up to my bedside and meows, quietly at first, then more insistently.
I roll over to make room and pat the bed, inviting him up.
I do this twice, pat-pat-pat, pat-pat-pat*, after which he alights, circles once, tucks in his tail and settles in.
This buys me maybe 5-10 minutes, but then I stir, or breathe or something, and it's feeding time.**
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We meet at the kitchen counter, exchange our good morning head butt (gently, of course) and I plop down a ball of raw turkey on his plate.
I go back to bed.
Or to the Y.
Or maybe I blog.
And then there's a third and final ritual to complete.***
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I sit at the computer while he sits at the door - plaintively meowing his request to be walked.****
He grows steadily louder until I invite him to join me.
I do this by making little kissey sounds while lightly drumming my fingers on the desk.
He jumps up.
We head butt.
This is the result.
*Any lesser number of pats and he won't come up, resulting in more meows!
**I used to spray him with a water bottle to get a few more z's, but he eventually figured that out and would just go to the far end of the echo chamber that is our condo, and yeowl.
***I'm obviously up, and should therefore be interacting with the creature.
****Yes, I put him on a leash and walk him. Sometimes.