A certain cat seems to know that something is happening - that a change is coming. I really feel for this guy, the earthquakes have changed him. Hercules is somehow less settled & a lot jumpier than he used to be....& a whole heap thinner. I know he'd be my constant companion when he's here.... if only it wasn't for that darn dog that keeps hanging around his human.
Today, right when I was feeling a little peeved at the lack of a man around to help lift & move the "heavy schit" which it appears I'm not much good at at the moment, Hercules reminded me exactly what use men are when something needs to be done that only I can do because I want it done a certain way (& we all know men have selective hearing) or only I know where stuff has to go.
In this instance I was trying to restore a semblance of order to my desk as it seems that it has been piled with books & paperwork in the throes of 'being sorted' for far too long now. Ok - so in my little world two hours is far too long..... can you imagine what two weeks has done to my brain???
I'm almost there, getting excited because I can actually see the surface of my desk & have such a short way to go....when up jumps Hercules & what does he do?
Bookish Hercules 5.35pm
Yep, he settles down on top of the books I was about to go through!!! I petted him for a few minutes & not having the heart to disturb him, thought "Ok - I'll go out to the garage & make a start on tidying my workstation" which got landed with a whole heap of glass frit & other objects during our pre Christmas shake up...& I did. The first time I turned away to get something out of the cupboard look what happens....
"I'll get her attention somehow while feigning disinterest" Hercules 5.48pm
And he kept that exact place & pose while I returned inside to grab my camera. Oh the parallels I could draw between this & the human male.....
2 comments:
Deb, I have to laugh at your cat. He is the twin to our cat and Marvin pulls the same stunts. In the morning, if he doesn't get his little saucer of milk at the same time we have our breakfast, he stands in the corner by the front door and stares at Mom and me. It makes each mouthful seem bigger and bigger until one of us stops eating to get him his milk. Darn controlling male! Your work is beautiful and i love forward to seeing more.
What a crack up Deb! A male, is a male, is a male! Thank goodness they also worm their way into our hearts...
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