Sheldon’s greeting.

Rolling around crazily in the gravel driveway is the special way Sheldon greets us when we come home.   Sorry about the poor video quality.

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A cat’s day.

I’ve always been curious about what my tuxedo cat, Sheldon, does all day.  So my plan was to spend today just following him around taking pictures and then write a blog post about it.

But Sheldon is camera-shy, and doesn’t really care for being followed.   So I got a few pictures of him stretching and rolling around in the driveway, but gave up after that.

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Stretching. (sorry, my hand got in the way)

 

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Scratchy gravel feels good!

 

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“Go away, human.”

 

I have a different plan though, and it’s an even better one.   I’m getting one of those little cameras that can attach to a collar and will record everything he does and everywhere he goes.   It’s better than just following him around, because it will be from a cat’s point of view and can also record from tricky places that my large, clumsy human form might not be able to get to.

 

Buddies.

A rare moment between Sheldon and BabyCat, who usually avoid each other.   They’re enjoying their afternoon siesta.

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Oh, to be a cat.

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I watch my cat Sheldon snoozing peacefully on the bed. He’s worn out after several hours exploring outside. His sharp black and white coat blends in with the black and white pattern of the blanket he’s splayed out on. It’s a good time for a photo, while he’s like this, because when he’s awake, he’s never still long enough to get his picture. I press the camera button on my phone but before I hear the snap and see the flash, he’s already up, peering at me with one eye, obviously annoyed I’ve woken him.

I woke up before dawn this morning because he was walking on my face, trilling loudly for attention. He was hungry, so I gave him some kibble. After he ate, he was still restless and made a beeline for the door. I don’t like letting him out at night, but the sky was a dark indigo blue, indicating the sun would be up within an hour. So I opened the door and off he ran.

I watched him as he stalked through the morning-damp grass. The “stalk walk” is a walk he reserves for the Great Outdoors. Sheldon’s a terrible hunter. He would never survive on his own if had to, but he likes to pretend he’s king of the jungle. The only thing he ever killed was a moth, and only because the moth was already half dead and twitching on the floor when he found it. I remember he batted it around for a bit, like a cheap cat toy, and when it stopped moving, he looked up at me imploringly. “Mrow?” he asked.

Sheldon can go on pretending he’s a badass, and I’ll keep pretending he is exactly that, every time he straggles back in the house after one of his jaunts. I’ll keep rewarding him with catnip, a rub on the belly, a scratch under the chin, or a bowl of Friskies.

I envy him sometimes. He is mindful by nature. He doesn’t worry. He doesn’t fret about the future or have regrets about the past. His needs are simple: a warm bed in a dark room, a full belly, a corrugated cardboard scratching pad, the occasional catnip treat, a rub on the belly, a beam of moving light he can chase, a catnap that lasts most of the day, the freedom to explore. He’s never worry about death or age, healthcare or taxes. His needs are few and all will be fulfilled as if by magic. He has no responsibilities but he gives back so much. When I watch him sleep, play, or stalk his imaginary prey in the jungle of my backyard, I feel at peace. I feel like the world is still a good place.

Home from the vet.

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Sheldon’s left cheek was swollen to the size of a golf ball, and I thought it might be an infected tooth.   I took him to the vet tonight and it turned out to be a puncture wound he must have got in a cat fight.  His teeth are fine.   He’s back home now and on antibiotics and plenty of catnip.    The vet also noticed he had worms so he was treated for those too.

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I’d rather go back to sleep.”

This is my tux cat, Sheldon, after being rudely awoken from a cat nap on top of my car.

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My cats stole my bed!

Here are my two cats, the half-Maine Coon, BabyCat (actually my daughter’s cat), and in the bottom photo is Sheldon, my tuxedo cat.   (The lumpy part you see in the second photo is actually me!)   Bed thiefs!

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Kitty wants in.

Sheldon’s all dressed up and has no where to go. Here he is trying to climb through a closed window.

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Sheldon enjoys his new little bed.

On a whim, I picked up a small cat bed yesterday at Dollar General. I sprinkled a little catnip in it and waited. I didn’t think either of my cats would be interested, but today I found Sheldon curled up in it sleeping. He looked up just in time for me to get this photo.

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Re-mother’s day gift.

I’ve always liked to buy small gifts for myself when I can afford to (usually something natural like rocks or plants). Because I’m reparenting myself (with the help of my therapist and God), I decided to treat myself to a Mother’s Day gift. I bought some wind chimes, a few summer outfits from Goodwill (don’t knock it — you can’t beat the prices and I can always find something perfect), and this ridiculously adorable “string of pearls” plant (Senecio rowleyanus, a succulent vine that grows in Southwestern Africa) hanging from a tiny clay pot and surrounded by a copper wire in a heart shape:

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Isn’t it cute?

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My tuxedo cat, Sheldon, reminding me he wants to be the center of attention.

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Fine, Sheldon. Are you happy now?