I have achieved full undercover status with my cats. They now accept me as a full member of their tribe. The large orange boy cat was easy to convince, but it took much more effort to convince Elsie, the cunning black and white girl cat.
Yesterday, I got up, went downstairs, and promptly fell asleep on the couch. Plus, of late I have been leaving my hair all over the house. And finally, I have become a very picky eater, and a bit whiny about the food I don’t want. Taken as a whole, Elsie now accepts me as a full member of the cat family. I don’t have any plans to groom anyone, but have specific napping and shedding goals. Not sure what I will learn as an undercover cat, but, really, who gives a shit? See? Cat.
My undercover cat status comes with the recognition of a new mode, or likely more of a new level of power save mode. I worked mostly a full week last week, then yesterday ran smack into super power save mode (aka catatonia). I actually doubt that I could have gotten off the couch if I needed to. Jill brought me some food and water, scratched me behind my ears, and left me to my day of doing absolutely nothing. I was so low energy I didn’t even feel the vague regret that a day of lying on the couch doing nothing normally brings. The peletons of cyclists passing my house did not stir any feelings of envy, anger, or remorse. I binge watched Stranger Things, mainly because I intended to watch a few episodes, but the remote was several feet away, and it seemed so much easier just to keep watching.
I am not a person who can do nothing for long stretches. I generally have a to do list for the weekends. Chores, errands, prepping for an upcoming class I’m teaching or working on lectures / grading if I am teaching currently. Shopping for groceries. Planning meals. Cooking. And now apparently pickling. My weekend “to do” list is now a weekend “to be” list. And for this weekend, the one entry is “a cat.” Check.
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