I’m sorry I haven’t been nearly so good at keeping up with
my blogging. My time is limited on the text box and I have no idea how to turn
it on. I have to wait for my person for that. Suddenly after years of being
home all day, she’s gone all the time, everyday. Personally I think she just goes outside and
stands at the door, just to drive me crazy.
It’s been a happy time. My person has been bringing the
sunbeam everyday. Lately, though, to my dismay she has been keeping the blinds
more shut than open and I only get a 7” area to sunbathe in. I think she’s
being stingy – if she just lays in the sunbeam too, I think she will understand
how delightful it can be.
But I digress… The thought of the moment is, I have been
more intrigued with the out of doors. In years past, when the orange door
opened I thought it best if I went into the other room. I don’t know what was
going to happen when the orange door opened, and it is my nature to wait to see
if negative or positive things happen first, before I made myself be known. But
something about the warmer weather makes the smells more….. smelly… and the
closer I am to the out of doors, the more I can smell the smells.
My person and I have begun a new ritual and I’m very happy
that she is quick to learn. In the morning she says ‘paper!’ and opens the
orange door. I stand at the threshold and smell while she picks up some plastic
wrapped thing that appears on the stoop. In the evening she says ‘poop!’ and
opens the orange door again and we do the same thing. With the exception that
she sets a plastic wrapped thing outside on the stoop.
I’m trying to teach the man-person a new ritual, but he’s a
little harder to teach. Most nights he sits outside, close to the mesh door
that slides. So when I sit at the opening of the door he is to open it, just
enough that I notice but Cleo does not. Now, I’m supposed to be able to step
outside onto the porch, but he doesn’t let me.
I need to break him of this habit, but I’m not sure how.
Suggestions are always welcome.
