Friday, June 29, 2012
Turn Your Face Away
Karen Jo: I think your ears are really cute, Herman. I also like froot-bats. Spyro really has them and Oja sort of has them, too. What was the deal with waking me up at O-dark-thirty this morning? You walked all over me, patted my face with your paw and when I kept telling you that it wasn't anywhere near time for breakfast, you started nipping my toes. When I finally got out of bed and followed you down the hall, asking you to show me what you wanted, you headed into the kitchen. I turned on the light and you dived right into the kibble.
I just wanted some light and company for my early morning snack.
Karen Jo: You used to do that when I first adopted you, but you haven't done it in over a year now.
So? I can do whatever I want. I'm king of the house.
Karen Jo: You are amazing. Sometimes I look all around and you are nowhere in sight. I start to open the screen door, and there you are, trying to get out. I am going to have to start putting you out of the kitchen and closing the door before I take anything outside.
Karen Jo: I saw you heading back to your room from mine as I came out of the litter box room on my way to clean the box in the entry hall. I don't know if you didn't stay in my room longer because Spyro was up on my windowsill watching the road work or because Herman was starting to walk down the hall.
Oja: Herman kept coming closer to me, so I hissed and growled at him, but Mom didn't come.
Karen Jo: I heard you, but I decided to finish cleaning the box in the entry hall before I came to your rescue. I would have come running if I had heard anything out of the ordinary. When I got to your doorway, you were standing in front of the door, glaring at Herman and he was just standing there, watching you. Herman retreated and I started cleaning your box.
Oja: I ran for my hidey-hole and that Herman actually had the gall to come into my room!
Karen Jo: I was right there to prevent anything bad from happening. Herman just wanted to sniff the places you had been sitting and lying down. He needs to get used to your scent, just as you need to get used to his.
Oja: He can sniff me under the door, as Spyro does. Anyway, Mom took away my fishie and gave me a different toy yesterday. I didn't touch it. She gave me back my fishie today and I played with it. I hope she has learned that I only want to play with my fishie.
Karen Jo: You really like your silver vine fish. I think I better order some more of them.