He’s A Feline.

Caturday.

Truman was happy to notice that he was not being packed up with the big suitcases. He’s in the care of the rest of our family as we travel back east this week. I’m sure he will make his demands known.

He enjoys the stools that line the counter between the kitchen and the family room. When the dogs run by he’s gives them a swat on the rear to say, “keep it moving, canine”. No claws are to be found, he’s just giving them his version of a motivational love tap.

Caturday.

Truman and the dogs have continued their bonding to the point that Truman feels comfortable hanging out in the kitchen again. He enjoys watching the world from the window sills.

Caturday.

Truman watching his morning “television”. He has a very specific ritual that must be adhered to else he’ll rattle our bedroom door, make loud demands, and rattle the door again. At sunrise.

The routine is: daddy gets up, makes a cup of coffee, checks the water dish, moves the existing food in the bowl around, cleans the litter boxes, and then dispenses five treats while Truman stands on his cat tree. After this is complete the human may return to bed as Truman jumps all the way up on his perch and watches his morning television of birds and javelinas in the back yard.

Caturday.

I posted a picture of Truman out on the roof a couple of weeks ago. He’s decided that he likes moonlit skies better and has insisted on spending some time surveying the property every night this past week. As the nights get chillier he doesn’t really spend as much time out there, but I like to think he’s spending quality time under the moonlight.

I do stay with him while he’s out on the roof because once in a while he’ll decide he might want to hop off the roof and we don’t allow that sort of thing.

Caturday.

Truman likes to play ball every morning while I’m in my office. I think he’s the first cat I’ve known to favorite his right paw instead of his left for batting at things. He’s really good at hitting the ball back to me.

Caturday.

Truman likes to stare at me from his cat tree during work hours. Once in a while he’ll trill in my direction to make sure I’m paying attention to The Feline One. We play ball; I throw a small rubber ball in his direction and he bats it back at me. He does this until he’s bored and then it’s time for treats.

He has a routine.

Caturday.

Truman and the combined forces of Lucky and Jinx (our canine representatives in this entry) have come to some sort of understanding.

  1. Canines do not bother kitty when he’s in Daddy’s office
  2. Tails that brush by kitty on a bench are fair game
  3. If one of the canines sniffs a feline butt, the feline shall do the same to the canine

The three of them have actually come to some sort of understanding and I haven’t heard a feline drama scream of dissatisfaction in weeks. I think everyone has decided to be friends.

Caturday.

It’s a quiet Caturday in the desert. Truman is chilling out on his family room catch tree for the first time in a long while. He’s looking quite adorable.

Caturday.

On Tuesday Truman started his nap at 12:15 p.m., after I came upstairs at lunch time to take a few minutes from my work office.

At 5:00 p.m. he was still in the same place on the same blanket in the same spot in the couch. He was quite comfortable.

He did not enjoy the photographic moment.