Yes, what in the world is that? I s it a chubby, furry bat making a two-point landing on a stack of towels? A coach demonstrating a defensive tackle's two-knuckles down position at the line of scrimmage?
No, it is my colleague, The Senator, sleeping face down on a TV tray I keep next to the desk so he can see the screen. He is an advisor, you know. And he is our spotlight creature for this edition of Let Sleeping Dogs Lie & Napping Cats Nap. There’s the broad shot of what he’s doing.
This guy is a most curious cat --- he’s a wander-up who patiently enjoyed the Twice-Daily Front Porch Feral Buffet for a month or so before he decided to let a human pet him. He must have had a human at some point. After all, he was already fixed when he arrived and that is something a tomcat will rarely volunteer to do. That’s why I thought he was a female until I managed to grab him and take him to the vet for a checkup before he could become a housecat. Clean bill of health.
[LARRY FYI: My funspouse Martha and I have been picking up stray cats and dogs together for more than a quarter-century. We tried to count ‘em up once and the number went zooming past 100 and we stopped counting. In all those scores of wandering animals, you know how many were spayed or neutered when we got ‘em? Two. The Senator and our dog Dudley. And that has been within the past 3 years. Maybe the recent arrivals are a good sign. Though sometimes, looking at the sheer numbers of litters, I wonder if Dallas animals are so fertile that they’ve found a way to defeat being spayed or neutered. Some kind of magic potion, maybe.]
So, for nearly two years, The Senator has been my daytime companion at the keyboard, unless he decides to wander off in search of a pillow, a cushion or another human. (Or a cushion next to his guard dog Porche Noel, also a wander-up stray.) Our conversations are brief. He purrs loudly. And, if I pet him with my right hand, he’s happy and the purr is loud. If I shift to pet him with my left, he waits a moment and if I do not change back to the right, he bites my left wrist or the back of my left hand. I know he will do this, yet, I keep trying to conquer what may be his left-hand phobia. Oh, and, apparently, if he doesn’t like what I’m typing, he’ll also give me BCB -- Behavior Correcting Bite. Still, he’s a comfort. Head or tails.
[DEAR READERS, We know that you, too, have sleeping animals you love. When they nod off and own your home, you know that you’ve been instrumental in the achievement of canine or feline happiness. Snap a photo of that slumbering critter, send it to firstname.lastname@example.org and we’ll post it in our world-wide-read weekend feature Let Sleeping Dogs Lie & Napping Cats Nap. Show off your critter to the world! Tell the story! And remember, you’ll be giving hope to the world’s insomniacs that they, too, can find a way to catch a few winks. This week, you may find your favorite insomniac doing a headstand on TV tray in an attempt to nod off. Bless the hearts of those who are held awake against their will. I’m almost certain there is no such thing as an insomniac cat. I've been awake for years studying nighttime cats.]
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