Princess actually is VERY aware of me, just not sure if stretching or leaping up is worth it. Sometimes when I come into the room I will stop and play and pet and cuddle – sometimes I don’t. She is waiting for the clues to tell her if I am just going to snap a photo and leave (uncultured beast that I am!) or if I will, this time, stop and appropriately worship.
Debon, sleeping behind her, has less patience (or more need)… he will probably be the first to stir.
I was telling Debon about my plan to book myself “lighter” (underbook) and estimate the work I was doing more like Scotty from the original Star Trek (over estimate the amount of time and then be a miracle worker by delivering early).
You might get the idea he thought I was kidding.
I’m rather offended. Even when I told him I was serious he just kept laughing.
I had gone out for a morning walk and when I returned, dripping outdoor interesting smells I’m sure, I wanted to get right to work. Sat down at the computer and moments later what should appear at my side…
A very well behaved and attentive boy who desperately wanted to snuggle. He waits patiently for me to notice him (and to take the photo) and then makes a small verbal request. If that doesn’t work he lifts his right paw (sans claw) and reaches towards me.
It works. I give him the “hug” signal and then we are cuddling.
Debon LOVES to play. He careens about nearly running into walls, bouncing sideways, and making sure he makes noise. But he can only do that for so long. Then, though he pretends to not care, he gets tired.
He flops on the bed and plays for a bit, then pins the toy. He is alert, but not for long.
This past holiday season I found out that Debon and I share a passion for the mandarin oranges of Christmas time. For me it is the burst of scent when I peel them and the sweet tang when they touch my tongue. For Debon they seem to call to him when they are sitting on the desk.
These are the last four of the season and they MUST be whapped into submission.
He knocks it to the floor and chases it off to a corner (I have to keep track so it won’t get forgotten there).
Within a few moments he leaps back up onto the desk to toss another, then another to the ground. Eventually they are all on the floor and then he comes back up to demand a cuddle as he is bored.
After our cuddle I pick up the oranges and consume a couple. The last of the holiday treats.