Oh the joy of a quiet day of solitude, and a good book to read. I stayed cuddled up with Callie under a white, handmade quilt from my deceased mother and read most of the afternoon. Callie took it upon herself to take advantage of it, and slept curled up by my side. It was a lovely day, and I enjoyed it so much. There is nothing quite like a good book to read. All was perfect until night descended, and it was time for me to sleep. Since Callie had slept all day, she had insomnia during the night, and that translates into me not getting much sleep.
But she is such a sweetheart about waking me up, and asks ever so gently for attention. First there is a delicate tap of her paw on my face, and with just he slightest touch of one claw extended. Once she sees that my eyes are open, I get the chirp and a meow of “Hello, are you awake?” Her eyes are like soccers and she is cold, and only wants the warmth of my body, with some attention thrown in on the side. Because I toss and turn so much, caution is in order about finding a safe spot to curl up in. Of course this takes some time, and she paces back and forth and in a circle, before settling down by my side with a contented sigh.
Once she finds her sweet spot, she lets out with an explosive purr and little chirps of gratitude that make me smile. By now, I am wide awake and have eyes like saucers, but at least she is warm and happy, and starting to fall asleep. It is hard to stay mad at her though!*
Fortunately for me, I am retired now and only have to do whatever it is that I want to do for the rest of the day.
Callie is a cat that needs constant stimulation. She is not a couch potato and prefers a life of action. When we are on the road, she is entertained by all the activity and can look out the window on the dash. I also take her on frequent walks. She sleeps much better, and mostly through the night when we are on the road. Once we arrive back home to our desert house, the first 3 days or so are heavenly because we are all exhausted and need the rest. But after 3 days, Callie wants action again.
I will have to start dragging her out in the bike basket again. Riding in the basket is a mixture of both fear and excitement for her. The last time I took her out, I forgot to put her in her backpack first, and while not paying close enough attention, she jumped out and took off running. The backpack had provided just a little more support and comfort. and she was able to duck down into it if the scene whizzing by was too much for her. I didn’t handle the situation very well myself, and panicked, which only made the situation worse. Fortunately she ran up a nearby orange tree, and I was able to coax her back down. She was frightened, and so was I. The next time we go out on the bike, I will pay closer attention to her.
There is always some risk when walking a cat on a leash, backpacking, or riding in a basket on a bike. They certainly are not like dogs, and can pull out of a harness in seconds flat. There are some new designs out there that appear almost t-shirt like, and with a turtle neck that seem more confining.
Lately, I have been seeing more and more cats out there being walked, and it appears to be getting more popular. When I first started out with Callie several years ago, she was mobbed by the novelty of it all. In spite of the risks, cats like Callie need the stimulation, so it does my heart good to see other cats out there doing the same.
* I do have a portable heater churning away in the living room so that she can sleep out there by the warmth. Of course she prefers waking me up so that she can sleep with me though.