I recently bought a new mattress pad. It’s feathery soft and a little like sleeping on a cloud. Scout oversaw the unboxing and the arranging of it on the bed before hopping up to inspect the quality.
As you can see, he gave it four paws just before settling in for a long nap. I had a hard time getting him to move so I could finish making the bed and finally had to offer him a treat in exchange for dislodging himself momentarily.
He has been napping here most days and has even been sleeping through the night. I can’t believe he abandoned his nocturnal shenanigans just because the bed is more comfortable for sleeping but I’ll count my blessings for this small victory.
In case you’re wondering, I’m enjoying it as well. Not that my comfort is as important as that of the house panther! All the same, it was a good investment for us both!
I opened the linen closet the other day to find Scout curled up amongst the towels. He can fit almost anywhere and is so black he’s practically invisible. The only reason I could see him was that his eyes were open and he yawned, showing me his pink tongue.
Facebook Memories have reminded me that Scout came to live here a year ago last week. Most people refer to “getting a pet” but it’s more accurate to say he adopted me.
He maintains the playfulness of a kitten but has the rules of an old man – rules about where he will drink water, what food he’ll eat (he prefers beef over anything else) and where he’s willing to sit. In case you’re wondering, he will sit next to me in a chair but not on me because he’s not a lap cat, thank you very much.