Just when I think, “oh Lord just get me through another day of “Covid Captivity”… Tavi, who knows no boundaries, leaps from my husbands’ dresser onto the bed with glee and lets me know, “it’s time for breakfast Mom”. I ask myself, how does an eleven pound cat turns into a 25 pound cat in the blink of an eye? Whereas, Levi is very subtle, he stands next to the bed and pitifully “chirps” then flops down heavily on the carpet as if he’s fainted from hunger. With these theatrics in the morning put on for my benefit, how can I resist?
I stumble into the bathroom with my “supervisors” trailing behind me and they wait until I’ve completed my ablutions and cleaned out their cat boxes. They seem to think if they allow me some privacy I may not survive the flushing toilet! As soon as they hear the mighty flush they dash down the hall to leap up on the kitchen island and wait for me to begin breakfast preparations. They both look pleased with themselves and give me the “look” as if to say, “so what took you so long?” When breakfast is served, Tavi decides he wasn’t all that hungry after all and will leap off the kitchen island to take a stroll over to Levis’ bowl to see if he got something better. Levi, being the gentleman he is, just lets him do it!
Now it’s time to make the bed. Needless-to-say, both of them think I need help doing this minor task too. Comforter fluffing is especially fun … as soon as I lift it two furry bodies dash under the covers and want to play some games known only to cats. I’ll pull the covers up and there are two mysterious ‘humps’ in the middle of the bed. Eventually they’ll slide out and a short time later I’ll find them napping.