Remember how Charlie Brown used to say that he wished he could stay home from school and dedicate his life to making his dog happy? Sometimes I think that’s what Pookie expects from me. Of course, he likes to sleep most of the day. Come to think of it, that fits quite well with working from a home office.
This morning both cats wanted to go out as soon as I was out of bed. Angus disappeared for three hours, but Pookie soon wanted in again. I gave him some treats and some food, but that wasn’t enough to satisfy him. All the time that I was eating my breakfast he wandered around grumbling to himself in the soft, mournful way that he has.
When I was done breakfast I went to sit in one of the recliners and put my feet up. Pookie was soon sitting on my chest facing me. It took ten minutes of petting to satisfy his affection deficit. Now he is asleep on the bed in the far corner of the house and I can get on with my day.