So, Mike was sleepy after lunch today and he decided to take a nap. This doesn’t happen very often. He has had a long week. He usually works Monday through Thursday and goes out to some kind of a meeting on Tuesday nights. So that is his late night. The other nights he is on the computer working on his dictation from work. And I suppose he does other things as well, also on the computer. But this week he also was out on Wednesday night at some kind of a Suboxone meeting. This is a whole other topic which I find kind of interesting that I will probably have more to say about another time. Then Thursday night he was out again for some kind of other meeting where he was asked to be some sort of a discussion leader. Then, Friday he went in to work at the office. So he’s way behind in his dictation, but he got up early this morning and worked on it until he went to meet with Pastor Larry, an old friend of his. Pastor Larry is the minister at a small church in Marietta that was founded by former slaves way over 100 years ago. In fact, it was Pastor Larry who ministered to Mike and the family when his late wife, Penny, was in intensive care for all those weeks before she died almost 25 years ago.
So, after some errands and lunch Mike decided to take a nap. He went upstairs and got in the bed where Ladybug, Jackson, and Shayna Maidel were already sacked out. The 3 of them volunteered to be Mike’s nap coaches. I wandered in and out of the bedroom but I didn’t participate in the activities. First, Shayna Maidel dove under the sheet. Jackson was intrigued by the cat shaped lump under the sheet and attacked it. So there was much fast twitch activity from the 2 of them. Then they would race out of the room, one of them or the other chasing and the other fleeing, and then race back in and do it all over again. Just about the time that Mike figured he would not get any sleep at all, Shayna Maidel climbed up on him and went to sleep, which is what a nap coach is supposed to do in the first place. So Mike drifted off, only to hear moments later the scratch scratch scratching of Ladybug in the litter box on the other side of the bedroom. Ladybug must have known Mike was asleep, because in the 5 or so years that she has lived with Mike and Judy, neither one of them has ever seen her in the litter box. And yet, not one of the 3 cats has ever done their business outside of the litter box. It goes without saying, that when I am indoors I use the boxes as well, exclusively. But I don’t mind spreading the wealth around outside either. Anyway, Mike heard the scratch scratch scratching and opened his eyes. Shayna was sleeping on top of him, and Jackson was sitting by the bathroom door, the tip of his tail moving back and forth as he was trying to decide what to do next. Ladybug did a good job of burying her business, but an unmistakable order wafted through the bedroom, helping Mike decide that it was time to get up. So he went and scooped the mess out of the box and disposed of it in the toilet as is his custom.
I don’t suppose any of this is really that interesting, but I can’t be profound all the time. If you want consistently profound, I’m not your black cat. I can tell you that there are strange things going on in the house. For one thing, Mike and Judy have been rearranging things upstairs and caring a lot of unnecessary items down to the garage or the basement. The guest bathtub is piled several feet high with bed linens and other stuff. When I say unnecessary items, of course I’m referring to items that a cat would have no use for. Well, about a week and a half ago a truck came by and left a big pile of cartons in the driveway and drove off. Later in the afternoon a man and a woman came by and carried all these boxes into the house and left them in the living room. There is a regular fort in there now that smells like fresh lumber. I can’t imagine what the point of all this is. I had a chance to observe these events from the front yard, but the other cats were locked up in the family room so they wouldn’t run out of the house with the front door standing wide open. They would be helpless outside.
Oh, Mike just came in. He wants to get back on the computer and finish his work dictation for the week. So, I’ll talk to all of you later.
