Nature Norma

I have to drive by my house to turn into the alley where my garage is.Yesterday when I drove by I saw Norma sitting in the window. When I walked to my house I saw Norma still sitting in the window. I hated to tell her that they are forecasting two to three inches of snow on Saturday. There’s probably going to be some curse words if the sidewalk and driveway need to be shoveled. 
 

Unhappy

I got home 22 minutes late from work because of a meeting. I got a couple of glares from those not happy about my tardiness. Usually when I get home from work, they know they will be fed once I change my clothes and clean out the litter boxes. 
 

Safety

Kenta and Norma decided it’s probably just safer to sleep in their own beds. I don’t blame them. 

Flying Kitties

I wasn’t going to admit this but Sunday afternoon the four of us were napping together. Alias in his familiar spot, chin, resting on my knees, Kenta up against my left leg, Norma against my right. I was half asleep half awake, lucid dreaming. The dream turned into a nightmare with a mob chasing me. I leaped onto a building but had to pull my legs up hard. And unfortunately this led to three airborne cats. Thankfully, Alias for one, forgave me. He took the same position in the evening. 
 

Goofy on the Nip

All three partook which is unusual Usually Kenta doesn’t show much interest and Norma gets the goofiest. This time Kenta took the prize.
 

His Many Faces

 

Alias can say so much with the movement of his pupils.

My Pal

One of my very favorite moments of the day comes after Kenta finishes eating his dinner. Because he scarfs his food down faster and with more enthusiasm than I’ve ever seen in a cat, I have to make sure he doesn’t steal Norma or Alias’ dinners. (Alias is a very slow eater.) I used to carry Kenta upstairs to the living room couch hold him and stroke his soft fur. He would purr deeply. I’d eventually let him go and he’d race downstairs. I realized I didn’t know if Norma and Alias were actually done (Did I mention Alias is a very slow eater?)

So our routine has changed. Instead of carrying upstairs, he now follows me up the stairs knowing that he’ll get a treat. So I give him a treat, often Greenies because the vet said they might help keep his teeth cleaner. Or sometimes his hairball goop that he loves. I love that he matches my pace up the stairs even though he could race up them much faster than me. Instead, he runs up right next to me, foot after foot. He changes speeds if I slow down or speed up. He runs with a swagger, tail proudly swishing back and forth in the best Diego-San style ever.