There are so many things about cats that I find amazing. Every so often something they do really strikes me as delightful.
This morning, it's waking to this...
A neat little pile of poop in the center of Pierre's cat bed.
Everything about this is intentional. It's not hidden somewhere, or just a little hang on piece that dropped somewhere. This is a full on poop in a prominent spot.
I'm sure the cats know who the message is from. With my nose, all the kitty poops smell the same. I can rule out Oliver, not because he's above such forms of communication, but because his poops are much bigger.
With the poop being in Pierre's bed, he's the only one who really frequents that bed, I, wondered if a cat was leaving him a message. And then I wonder, maybe Pierre is leaving me a message, him placing it in his bed as a signature of sorts.
As soon as I saw the message I knew what it meant. I was too tired and lazy yesterday to empty the litter boxes and they haven't been cleaned in a while. I'm thinking Pierre, who grew up pooping in the great outdoors, doesn't like a dirty bathroom.
OK, Pierre! The litter boxes are now all empty and clean! But your bed is now out of service waiting to be washed.
Seeing my fur-babies become geriatric is so hard. They are slowing down, much less energy and of course, more health problems.
Nahum has bad arthritis in his lower back. He's on pain medication and various supplements, which have helped but sometimes we suspect he is still in pain.
Meanwhile Theo has been off lately. He went in to the vet this morning for a blood test that required fasting, and with his food scarcity trauma, skipping a meal causes him to panic. All his worst fears are coming true. The vet is suspecting pancreatitis, which I believe he has had before.
Pierre providing Theo some comfort.
Oliver also has bad arthritis in his back legs. His pain medication and supplements have helped but occasionally we see him hobbling some.
It's that day again, the day to celebrate Oliver! He's the only father here. And he's a fantastic papa!
He takes good care of his son.
This day has always been a day of mixed emotions. It seems a holiday geared towards people who have quality relationships with their fathers, at least that is what gets depicted in media - that would not be me. For me, it's a day of grieving what I wish I had.
I wish I had an engaged father, like Oliver is to Pierre. I hope you all take good care of your hearts on this day of mixed feels.
The cats love it when I work from home, especially Theo! The hole in his love tank seems to be getting bigger, as the frequency that he needs hands on love keeps growing more and more.
He's very insistent on getting his love time. He gets frantic when I don't settle down at my desk on his time schedule.
After having his tummy rubbed for a while, he then settles in for a nice nap. He's been leaving my arms free, so I can still type and he's out of view on the Zoom calls.
I love having him join me, it makes work so much more fun! I usually get a visit from Nahum and Oliver too. And I get at least one glare from Rose!
Weather has been lovely, so it's kayak season again. I've been getting out as often as my schedule, health, and the weather allow. I love going early in the morning when there is no one else there. The peacefulness works wonders to quiet my soul. It feels like church, the loons and deer make lovely community. The bird song is delightful.