Thursday, February 16, 2012
Just Hanging Around
Karen Jo: I am afraid that your Mom has been a shockingly bad house cleaner lately, Herman. Once I get well, I am really going to have to do something about it.
Mom didn't play with me yesterday evening after all.
Karen Jo: You didn't get frisky until my dinner was ready to eat. I tried after I finished, but you weren't interested any more. We did get in a little play time before your midday nap today.
Mom has taken to putting my fuzzy balls in a bag with catnip. She got one out for me today and I batted it around for a little while. When the catnip got all knocked off of it, I lost interest.
I didn't get my usual amount of petting last night in bed, either.
Karen Jo: I got chills really bad last night. I petted you as long as I could stand having my arm outside the covers, then I just had to tuck in and try to get warm. I finally had to pull up the throws that I keep at the foot of the bed to get warm enough to sleep. This is the first time this winter I have had to do that.
I got a good laugh at Mom this morning. She heard some noises and came hurrying into the living room to see what I was meowing about. I wasn't meowing at all.
Karen Jo: Ravens are excellent mimics. We have some around here that quack like ducks, which they picked up at the duck pond. There was one for a while that barked like a dog, driving the neighborhood dogs nuts. Now I have one that makes a sound that, when filtered through the closed windows, sounds like Herman meowing for attention. I hurried to see what was up, because Herman never makes that particular meow unless he is with me. I thought there was something wrong. Ravens must also have very good hearing, because Herman's meow isn't all that loud. He does meow at the ravens sometimes, but it is a different meow than the one that is being imitated now.
I thought I would fill you in on a change in my behavior that Mom has noticed lately. Ever since I moved in, Mom has liked to do what she calls walk-by petting. She walks by me and rubs my head on her way. I used to hate it. I would duck and swat at her hand. Now I hardly ever duck any more and I never swat at her hand. I guess I just got used to it.