He’s A Feline.

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.

Truman has to occasionally inspect the merchandise. I was trying to take a cute side-by-side selfie but he thought it’d be best to sniff and lick my head.

These things happen.

Truman takes a moment to see what’s going on while we watched the season premiere of “The Expanse” last night.

While we are in Palm Springs, the rest of the family is graciously taking care of Truman, making sure he has food and water, a clean litter box, a little bit of recreation time, and most importantly, some kitty treats here and there.

Mike and Chris had a visitor for lunch the other day and shared a photo with us on the family chat. Truman seems happy while his Daddy and Papa are traveling.

Truman keeps an eye on a fly and the football game in the other room on Thanksgiving day.

Truman always likes to be nearby, but not on you or snuggled up to you. It’s just his way.

Truman keeps an eye on the hummingbird in the tree. He occasionally makes a squeaking noise that’s usually reserved for when he’s chasing the laser dot. He’s not happy about having to wear a harness when he’s on an outdoor stroll but he accepts the practice as fact. The harness slows him down just enough that he would be easy to catch if he decided to make a run for it.

He tends to stay on the sidewalk or the patio; he doesn’t enjoy the stone that makes up our “lawn”.

Truman has been pretty chilled out. Today we bought a new harness so he could safely explore around the property with supervision. Even though the harness is a different color, it’s the exact same model we had in Chicago, and he was purring like a maniac as soon as I put it on him. When it was time to come in and I took it off, he attacked it like he always does.

He was still purring.

I snapped a photo while in his meditative state on Friday.