Truman is happy I have an iPad again. I have a “Cat Fishing” game that he enjoys very much and was excited to be able to play his game again last night. It was a good bonding moment.
He’s A Feline.
Caturday.
Casual cat watching me work. Truman prefers sleeping on tile at this time of year, it’s cooler for him.
Caturday.
Some days Truman just wants to stretch out in the middle of the floor for a cat nap.
His loudest purrs occur when he’s in his old cat bed.
Caturday.
I found this old photo of Truman, taken right after we had moved into the house here in Tucson. He hadn’t figured out that it was OK to jump up on the window sill yet, so he used this approach to see what was going on in the desert.
International Cat Day.
Truman took a break from his busy pre-lunch nap for a selfie on International Cat Day.
Caturday.
Truman was slightly annoyed with the change in routine while were in California. Mike did a great job of tending to Truman needs, but there was no one to loudly arouse from slumber at dawn.
He’s now back on his routine and purrs with happiness.
Caturday.
Last week at work was very hectic. There’s a lot of moving pieces in the foundation of technology at work, and trying to build software to run on a moving foundation can be an interesting adventure. As the project manager likes to say on the daily stand up calls, we have “lots of opportunity”.
Truman’s occasional visits to my 10-12 hour days in my office keep me sane, grounded, and happy. He enjoys sitting on his cat tree and looking out the window at all that’s going on in the world. He seems something moving in the palm trees on either side of the window but to this day I’ve never figured out what’s catching his attention. There’s probably a lizard or gecko or bird or something that’s blending in with the colors of the plants.
Observing.
Truman has spent much of the morning watching the wildlife (mostly doves and roadrunners) outside my office window. He did, however, take a moment to look at the weird guy with the box that takes photos.
Caturday.
There will be days where Truman spends most of his time upstairs relaxing in the master suite or the adjacent Observatory in his cat bed. (The observatory was built by the original designer of this house, we use it as an office and gaming area). Other days he’ll situate himself at my feet as I make my way through the workday. As long as there are occasionally treats and a couple of scritches behind the ears, he’s good. Otherwise he stretches out and only wakes up if I move my chair. We both assure he won’t be run over.
