Trivial Thursday

Not the best of nights, I woke up from a series of really weird dreams. Going to visit War Veterans in hospital to bring them a dog, only they won’t see me, so I’m crying with sadness. Going on a pub crawl (though I’m not drinking) with my step sister. Trying to get to a specific parking space inside a labyrinth of a parking garage. And those are just the one’s I remembered when I woke up.

Went to work – Ziva didn’t believe that’s where I was going, so she adamantly went outside. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, she noticed The Terror and changed her mind – only, I was already half-way to the garage. So she spent the day outside. Apparently she had at least one encounter with The Terror, according to Rose.

Work was … trivial. Back at home, it was too windy to go outside, so Rose came upstairs to visit. The Mips cavorted inside – Lady Jane is climbing the new scratching post as high as the rope goes! Mewthos is a lot better from yesterday, but he’s still a bit mopey. And mewling a lot!

When Rose leaves, the Mips follow her – hoping for some garden time; but it is really too windy to be pleasant for humans. While I play my games, Mewthos insists on stretching out on my lap and Lady Jane walks up and down my chest and arms! She insists on an intensive cuddle and fuss session – and who can resist? She is such a darling!

I decide to cook myself some spaghetti for dinner – which upsets Mewthos, since I can’t do that with him on my lap! He comes mewling up to me, putting his paws on my legs, wanting up, again and again. I pick him up for a bit, then have to put him down – he wanders a bit, then comes back. Eventually I put a chair in the kitchen for him, so he can watch what I’m doing. Evidently, what I’m doing is boring – as he wanders off.

When I open a can of tuna, Ziva comes in – after all, tins is ALWAYS for kitties! I explain to her that “No. This is mommy food!” until she stalks off in disgust. And they all go outside into the garden. Mewthos wants to go, but not without me – so I come down for a bit. But it is really unpleasant and I don’t stay long. Long enough, though, to watch Mewthos running without a limp! He’s putting on a grand show of limping upstairs, the little imp!

As I’m eating, the Mips stroll in. They’d prefer more time in the garden, but – not without me! Lady Jane, in particular, likes to spend time in her tree, while Mewthos prefers to roll around the ground and meet the flowers in my garden. Once they are inside, I lock the gate and shut the door – now I just have to wait for Ziva, before I can bath.

Not a long wait, and I have Mewthos the teddy bear snuggling and cuddling and wanting his belly rubbed. He just can’t get enough cuddling – he’s making up for Ziva’s lack of cuddle-desire. Ziva does love attention, but she doesn’t like to be picked up, or sit on my lap or get attention anywhere at height – except the chair. She prefers to roll around on the floor with me coming down to her, stroking her and rubbing her belly.

When I put down their evening treat, I see Mewthos has no trouble putting weight on his so-called injured leg! What a drama queen! He’s milking it for all he’s worth. I hope he realizes soon that he doesn’t have to play pitiful to get attention. Same as Lady Jane!

Well, one good thing about Ziva being locked out all day: The litter-box was noticeably less to clean out!