Nobody’s moving much or very fast this morning. In fact, there is a distinct sense of a nap coming on.
Andy didn’t get his medicine until a bit after 9:00 AM. Not because he hid from me, but because I just wasn’t moving very fast. Then, when I realized I’d forgotten to take care of Andy’s medicine, I located him by the front door, lazing. He looked up at me, I reached down and picked him up. No drama, no resistance, even when I wrapped him in the towel. Oh, he put up token resistance when I put the syringe of medicine up to his lips, but even that was a lazy resistance, just enough to assert his disagreement with the act of being dosed.
He got his praise and treats, then went under the computer desk to that spot he likes to go when he wants to avoid capture, can see but not been seen easily.
Dougy didn’t have much energy going either today, this slow Caturday morning. Oh, he tried to put on a show by scratching on the settee he knows he’s not supposed to rip apart but does, but it was just enough to show he’d been by, a show for Andy’s sake a few feet away under the computer desk.
But it turned out Dougy put on a show for a kitty that wouldn’t let himself be worried by some silly territorial business today. Dougy ran off to take a nap in the bathroom.
A slow Caturday morning…. Maybe I’ll take a nap, too.