I really do. He's soft and warm and cuddly and he loves me. But he's driving me crazy a lot of the time.
He sits inside the shower cubicle and miaows. And miaows and miaows and miaows......I know what he wants, he wants me to get in there and play with him.
It's my own fault, I'm the one who taught him that playing tug of war with a flannel through the gap under the shower screen is fun, but I can only do it for a few minutes at a time.
Half an hour at the most, then my knees and back have had enough.
Angel can play like this for hours.
I taught him to roll a small rubber ball around in there, it will bounce off the walls and screen and roll back to him so he can roll it again. At first he was happy to do this, now he prefers it if I sit on the closed toilet and roll the ball around for him.
Well, no. Not happening. Not for long anyway.
So I leave the bathroom when I've had enough and he sits there and cries.
I scoop him up and bring him out with me, but he'll run back in there a lot of the time.
I've been extra grumpy this week because my legs have been aching more than usual, I'd love to do nothing but lie around with my feet up on pillows.
Then there's the thundering through the flat faster than a streak of lightning.
Zip Zip Zip...he's here, he's gone, over the bed, under the table, up over the couch onto the windowsill and down again, it's impossible to catch on film. It's fun to watch though.
Doesn't drive me batty like the miaowing for no discernible reason.
Thankfully the back porch is closed in and I can let him out there to explore and he likes that, so I prop open the back screen door and Angel comes and goes as he pleases. :)
Sleeping at night? Hah! He was sleeping on my bed, mostly on my chest or across my throat at first, then preferring the empty space between the pillow and the wall. I don't have a headboard.
But that had its pitfalls. Waking me too often is one.
I noticed that he doesn't seem to need the litter tray overnight anymore, so now I leave him on the couch and close the door to the bedroom while I go to bed.
And get more than three hours of sleep.
Until he wakes and pushes open the door. Clearly the latch doesn't hold securely. So now I use a doorstop.
If he is awake when I go to bed, I can count on him falling asleep and me getting five hours. If Angel has already been asleep for a while when I go to bed, I will get woken earlier than I'd like.
(Anytime before 5am is too early in my opinion)
And I'm grumpy when I get woken before I'm ready. I've been known to toss his brush in his general direction. It hits my side of the bedroom door and he scampers away from the lounge side for a few minutes. I've found it easier to get up, pour him a bit of dry food and go back to bed.
He'll eat, then come in and curl up on the pillow until I'm ready to get up. Sometimes we go back to sleep until daylight.
There are times Angel will sit and miaow and I don't have a clue what he wants.
Play? no no, he'll tear my fingers to ribbons.
Food? sniff it and leave it. (There's a can of tuna and mackerel wasted).
Dangle his ribbon to jump and catch? Yeah, that's good for about a minute and a half, then he's got my fingers again. Yowch! Get another bandaid.
How do I know what he wants? any clues? anybody?
I tell him I don't understand cat, he's going to have to learn to speak English.
He will nap for hours at a time, giving me a chance to get things done, so that's good, but just when I get tired and think I might take a nap myself, Angel wakes up. I've thought of napping as soon as Angel falls asleep, but then I'd never get anything done here on the computer.
Just when I'm extra busy writing a post or replying to comments, he jumps up into the gap between me and the keyboard and lays along my arm, flips over and I scratch his chest while he purrs. Can't stop too long to type very much.
He's jumping quite high now on the shower curtain and I'm glad he hasn't realised that he can probably get up onto the kitchen bench. Because that is the last place I have to stash stuff I don't want him getting in to.
AND, the hotplates are up there. I really don't want Angel getting burnt.
I know he is still young at six months and will grow out of this and I'm looking forward to that time when he is more companion than needy baby.
And even now there are many, many happier moments when he is a delight to have around.
Next week I'll have the hardest day of all.
Angel is scheduled for his desexing on Wednesday June 4th.
So he is not allowed any food after 6pm the night before and absolutely no breakfast on the Wednesday. Not even a lick of cat milk. (Water is allowed) He won't understand why I can't feed him.
It's going to be the longest morning of my life.
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