He’s A Feline.

Truman seems to ask “what?” with his look while relaxing in the kitchen. As he gets older he gets a little more set in his ways.

Truman likes to keep it casual when I’m working in my office. He’s been rotating his relaxation locations for the past several weeks. Apparently the middle of the back stairwell now provides a good feline vantage point.

Truman has been changing up his napping habits over the past couple of weeks. It’s a rare occasion for him to relax inside his little carpet tube (that was imported from Chicago) but lately he’s been using this area to nap and maintain watch over the dogs of the house.

He’s also taken to sleeping in the middle of the floors as the weather gets warmer. Perhaps we need to install a small fan that follows him around.

Truman often situates himself on the bed when it’s time for us to get up, but he’s always at the end of the bed and facing away. This is the feline equivalent of interested disinterest. But it’s to be assumed that this is for kibble distribution.

I can’t keep anything other than small sips of water in my stomach. After barfing with mic mute on and the camera off on three of today’s meetings, I decided to take the rest of the day as sick time, cancelled any weekend plans, and am just doing whatever my body wants to do this weekend.

Someone keeps settling in next to me on the couch and on the bed and looking after me in his way.

Truman is glaring at me because this is not his most flattering pose. He was in the midst of a bath when the hooman decided to snap this photo. He said he wants to talk to Barbra’s agent about flattering angles n

The treats dispensing hoo-man is back home, so now Truman can relax in his cat bed.

Truman likes his routines and schedule. He’s probably taking after me when it comes having a set routine for the day; when I start work in the morning he sits on his cat tree in my office and expects pets, a few tosses of a Nerf ball, and then some treats. He’s down to a minimum number of treats when it’s time to dispense treats, so he doesn’t get to be too big.

After my first round of meetings I usually head upstairs to shave and take a shower, but not until I’ve cleaned out his litter box for the day and given him a couple of his Greenies treats on the small cat tree. If I waver from this activity it is noticed.

I wonder how he manages when the treat dispensing human is not home and instead he’s contending with his other Dad. I’m sure he’s purring away being happy.

It’s just me that he has wrapped around his little paw.

Truman enjoys relaxing in the middle of the floor under the ceiling fan. His typical stance, when he wants to be totally aware of his surroundings, is one paw forward for balance. He seems content.

Family harmony continues to build in the four-legged world of the Desert Compound. Shortly after this photo was taken and nap time was complete, Truman was spotted licking Lucky’s ear and Lucky was fine with it.

This nap time is indicative of the typical vibe amongst the dogs and Truman. Once in a while there’s running around at full speed but for the most part they are pretty chill.

Everyone involved enjoys the cool marble floor at this time of year.