He’s A Feline.

Truman is not sure enjoys when the javelinas stop by. He keeps an eye on them to make sure they’re not headed for his kibble.

Truman doesn’t enjoy selfies as much as I do.

Truman has many moods. This week I have received the look of impatience and the look of “I’d rather be alone”.

Truman likes to spend part of the morning perched on his cat tree in my office looking out the window toward the front of the house. When he saw me get my camera out he wanted to know why I was interrupting his routine.

Chris bought Truman a USB chargeable ball that flings itself around the house. From what I’ve seen thus far it has several different motions, including scurry, wiggle, and jump up and down. There are some colorful LED lights to grab Truman’s attention and when I first put it down on the floor and activated the fun he was inquisitive.

The ball made its way into the neighboring laundry room and he followed it there. I don’t think he quite knows what to think about this little toy yet. We’ll give it another try over the weekend and see if it gives him a digital catnip high.

We have a couple of storage closets accessible only from the roof. Truman supervised while we put the outside holiday directions away.

I’ve been writing about Truman a little more than usual. He’s taken up standing on the cat tree behind my office desk every morning to watch the world out my big that overlooks the front of the house. He seems to be happy and this makes me happy. I occasionally pause to give him so soft scritches behind the ears and tell him he’s a good cat and that I love him.

I’ve mentioned before that Truman isn’t a cuddler. He doesn’t want to be on me and he doesn’t want to snuggle under the blankets with me. He loves me as long as I continue to fill the food dishes on commands (cat glares can be scary) and as a reward he will occasionally jump up on the bed in the morning and sleep near my feet.

In actuality, he wants to be near me, just not on me. He wants to keep me within eyeshot and know my whereabouts and I find that endearing.

Earlier this week he decided it was time to start stretching out across my home office floor and enjoy the ample sunshine we have here in The Grand Canyon State.

I was honored to have him purring in the sun as he napped and I earned money to keep his kibble supply at expectations.

Truman likes to know what’s going on when everyone in the family is gathered in the kitchen. He doesn’t want to sit on any laps or at the table or anything, but he wants to be nearby and hearing the conversation and the like. Once in a while someone will make a psst psst noise and he’ll come over for some pets, but just a couple.

He also likes to keep an eye on the back patio and gazebo, looking for signs of javelinas visiting or big birds swooping through the area. Occasionally he’ll chase a fly and have a snack. He ate a bee once and decided to not do that again.

Truman usually sleeps in his bed or on his perch, or at the very least up against a wall. But for the Christmas holiday he doesn’t want to miss a thing and has chosen an intersection in the middle of the main traffic area of the house.