After spending the better part of three days confined in the front bedroom, the cats no longer trust me. It's not like they were in a dungeon - they had food and water, toys, a cat tree, each other and three litter boxes to make their stay comfortable. Shoot - I've stayed in worse accommodations. Much worse. (Anybody ever go to a church retreat? You get a bed and Bible - that's it...)
Anyway, when they were released, they took their good old time coming out. Each one glared at me. Some sat on the bed slowly licking a paw while staring at me. You know you're in trouble when your cat's look says, "Just you wait..."
This is what they came out to...
Yea, nothing there to catch a cat's attention. Right?
Boo! made up for the incarceration by annoying me the rest of the day. I posted a video of her "helping" me make the bed. I was soooo tired and my back hurt like someone had hit me with their car and all I wanted to do was crawl into that bed and forget life. Well, Boo! made sure nothing was going to be easy - except laughing. I laughed so hard at her craziness I had tears running down my face and I started snorting. When I start that it's all over.
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| That's Boo! under there - "helping" me |
Today is painting day. We still have mantel installation to look forward to but from here on out there are no escape holes. They're all patched up. Whew.
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| Each cat handles stress differently. Fancy wants me to hold his face.... |
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| Dash was trying to tell me something but I was too tired to hear... |
Throughout this whole ordeal, Copper was safe inside the middle bedroom. I've been trying to figure out what it is about Bearded Dragons that make them such appealing companions. I think it's because they require care - a lot like a baby does. They need to have their food chopped up (kale, carrots and fruit.) They require a controlled temperature and humidity. They even hold your finger much like a human baby would. Oh, sure, they're all spikey, not soft like a human baby. But for what it's worth, the spikes are surprisingly unspikelike. It's the care they require that makes them seem so vulnerable.
Copper climbs onto my hand - and it's important to put your hand under them, not grab them from behind. I guess they have a sensor of sorts on the back of their head which enables them to sense danger or perhaps tell if supper is hopping by. Once I have her in my hand then she will stay there or hang out on my chest. They like it when you pet their neck and she almost goes into a trance when I do so. Her tummy is very soft and has an intricate pattern on it.
Speaking of patterns, I have a love/hate relationship with animal prints. I love them on an actual animal; hate them when they're worn on people. When I see the patterns on turtles, cats, lizards, etc. I am struck by their beauty. If you really want to piss me off, carry an alligator or snakeskin bag. I will never speak to you again if you are wearing animal fur. I've been told some countries are passing off dog and cat fur as faux fur. Despicable.
I never dreamed I could fall in love with a reptile, but it appears as though I have. All's right in my world....
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