Truman has been very interested in what’s been going on in the back yard and around the gazebo. The activity can be attributed to the birds in the area. They’ve really piqued his interest this year.
He’s A Feline.
Caturday.
Truman poses in a sweet manner during family television time. He’s rather non plussed about “The Lincoln Lawyer”.
Caturday.
Truman knows how to nap in style. He’s always been one to build a little fort in any blankets he can find. He looks so cute here on the couch.
Caturday.
Apparently the birds have been going back and forth to a local rooftop. Truman has often stationed himself on Earl’s desk to watch the action. He complains if the blinds are not opened a sufficient amount so he can see what his flying friends (or foes?) are doing.
Caturday.
Truman is our second floor sentry when it comes to activities in the backyard, particularly in the bushes the surround the utility area near the back of the house.
Caturday.
Truman was very impatient for my arrival from my hiking adventure this morning. Treats were not dispensed during the proper hour and he made sure I knew it.
Caturday.
Hanging out on the couch. Truman continues to enjoy TV time with his dads.
He also likes “Bewitched”.
Caturday.
I love the stately vibe of this photo of Truman. He’s in my work office on his cat tree making sure everything outside is according to his standards.
Caturday.
Truman has been in a rather cute mood this week. His typical routine usually involves sauntering to my office in the morning, standing on his cat tree until we “play ball”, and then staring at me until he gets two treats twice from the ceramic dish in my office.
Playing ball involves me throwing a NERF gun yellow and black ball in his direction and him swatting it back at me. He’s pretty good at getting the ball back to me, but I see his grin when the human has to do the fetching of the ball. Interestingly, he’s the first predominately “right pawed” cat that’s been in my life; his predecessors all used their left paw when playing with balls and other toys back in the day.
So back to his routine. This week Truman has been wanting to spend much more time with me in my office during the workday. He often settled in for a bath and a nap at my feet.
Another change in routine occurred last night. Earl and I were watching “The Lincoln Lawyer” and Truman decided he needed a new place to enjoy the festivities.
This is only the second time in our history together that he’s situated himself on my chest. but he got settled in, all 17 pounds of him, and purred until he fell into a cat nap. When I moved slightly he immediately hopped off and resumed his snooze on the couch snuggled in between his two Dad.
Caturday.
Sometimes, when I’m walking up stairs during the workday, there is a moment of judgment from a certain feline looking down over everything. As I make my way up the stairs, the ears await.
No matter the situation, that pair of ears, and the cat connected to them, is not going to relocate. I must step over him and endure his glares of interruption.
After I have completed my workday, Truman comes downstairs and hangs out in the main parts of the house. Once in a while he’ll get situated in his cat tree, observe the dogs, and take a bath.
