Truman inspects the hallway every morning. We have a daily routine; I scoop his business out of his litter box, take it down to the trash chute, and he follows along and sniffs at the doorways where we knows other cats and dogs live. Heâ€™s silent as he walks from door to door, though if you get really close one can hear him purring.
He goes around the corner and then I kneel down. He sees me kneel down and comes over and rubs my outstretched hand, then I get up and walk to our front door. He follows along, taking his time, glancing about in transit. He then runs through the front door and goes to the kitchen cabinet where he knows heâ€™ll get two treats.
We do this every day. Itâ€™s not a day unless weâ€™ve done this together. He enjoys the routine as much as I do.