Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Our Cat Has a Schedule-
My wife and I may be the human-types in the family, but our cat Freckles is the one with the daily schedule. She spends the night on the bed with us, but every morning at 6:30 she is up, and waiting for me to go downstairs. She will wait patiently until 6:45 or so, and then she starts pacing, mewping, and sitting and staring. Freckles has a stare that will burn holes right through the back of your skull.
Why does she need to go downstairs? Not for breakfast, which she and her sister Pyewackett do not get until 8 (we having long ago realized that feeding the cats the moment we got up simply resulted in them getting us up earlier and earlier each morning). No, Freckles needs to go downstairs so she can jump up on the breadbox on the counter and stare at the birds in the evergreen tree outside the kitchen window. Why does she need me to go downstairs for her to do that?
I dunno, she just does. Don't ask stupid questions.
After 5 minutes of bird watching she goes right back upstairs until breakfast. This all may seem trivial to you, but it's quite important to her, and if I lounge in bed until, oh, 7:05 or so she'll sit on my chest and paw at my face.
She's pretty laid-back for the bulk of the day- she has her post-breakfast nap, her mid-morning nap, her pre-lunch nap, her post-lunch nap, her mid-afternoon nap, and her late-mid-afternoon nap. Often she saves some energy by combining these naps together.
By late afternoon she is up and starting to worry about dinner (that's her dinner), which is at 7. Between 5:30 and 7 she will sit on either my desk or Amy's desk and stare at us. And after dinner (our dinner, usually around 8) we all (Amy, Freckles and I) go upstairs and sit on the couch and read or watch a little tubey. If we do not go upstairs directly after dinner she will sit on the stairs and wait for us. If we are too much later she will come back down and start to pace.
If we do something really cold and unfeeling and cruel, like actually go out somewhere, she will pace the house, yowling, until we come home. She will be waiting as we come in the door, stalk over and give us the most annoyed kitty "murrrrmph!" you've ever heard. No cat can "harrumph" with quite the same tone of total annoyance that Freckles can.
So that's her daily schedule. We fiddle with it at our peril. Her sister Pyewackett is not nearly as regimented. Give her a box and she's happy for days...