Living with a cat
I swear having a cat is often like having a toddler.
Bella will often wake me up in the mornings, walking back and forth in my bedhead, scratching at any paper that may be there, sometimes turning off my CPAP if she steps on the button.
If I get up and feed her, then go back to bed, she won't eat the food right away but she still stop bugging me.
This morning I got up though, fed her, she didn't eat it right away.
She came into the computer room multiple times walking near me and getting pets. Despite her positioning so I can't grab her easily, I eventually picked her up and gave her a hug and she purred like crazy about it. I put her down and she continued to walk around me and rub against my legs. Then she left.
Next thing I know she's scratching at the front door to go out. So I let her out and watched what she did. She sat on the front walk, sniffed the air for a bit... then realised I was watching her so she came BACK to the door. I then went outside too and followed her around, she meows at me and kinda walks a bit then waits and looks back as if to say "come on". We wandered around a bit of the garden then I sat down on the verandah couch and she rubbed against my legs a bit then sat on the ottoman. When I stood up to look over the verandah wall she jumped up on it and demanded more pats.
After this was over and I went to go back inside, she dashed inside the door just as I opened it and THEN went to eat her breakfast!
Bella will often wake me up in the mornings, walking back and forth in my bedhead, scratching at any paper that may be there, sometimes turning off my CPAP if she steps on the button.
If I get up and feed her, then go back to bed, she won't eat the food right away but she still stop bugging me.
This morning I got up though, fed her, she didn't eat it right away.
She came into the computer room multiple times walking near me and getting pets. Despite her positioning so I can't grab her easily, I eventually picked her up and gave her a hug and she purred like crazy about it. I put her down and she continued to walk around me and rub against my legs. Then she left.
Next thing I know she's scratching at the front door to go out. So I let her out and watched what she did. She sat on the front walk, sniffed the air for a bit... then realised I was watching her so she came BACK to the door. I then went outside too and followed her around, she meows at me and kinda walks a bit then waits and looks back as if to say "come on". We wandered around a bit of the garden then I sat down on the verandah couch and she rubbed against my legs a bit then sat on the ottoman. When I stood up to look over the verandah wall she jumped up on it and demanded more pats.
After this was over and I went to go back inside, she dashed inside the door just as I opened it and THEN went to eat her breakfast!