This morning my wife got up early and went to town to get some groceries, especially oranges to feed the orioles. I got up later and puttered around, having my morning devotions and then had breakfast while doing a couple of cryptogram puzzles.

Pookie hung around my chair, bunting his head against my leg a time or two to make sure I was aware of his presence. I spent some time petting him, he appreciated it but that wasn’t really what he wanted. There was food in his dish, he didn’t want to go out, what did he want? I took the furminator and brushed him to remove some of his excess hair. He loved it, but still it really wasn’t what he was looking for.

I finished the puzzle I was doing, cleared the table and walked back to our bedroom. I made the bed and started getting ready to have a shower. This was what Pookie was waiting for; he jumped up on the bed, curled up and contentedly went to sleep. Things just hadn’t seemed right as long as my wife was up and gone out and I was still in my housecoat.

Pookie knows how things should be done. It’s the same at bedtime. He knows when it is time for us to be in bed and he starts to get restless if we are slow winding up the activities of the day. As soon as we start to get ready for bed he is contented.

It seems that he has been with us long enough to know the order of our daily lives and sometimes feels the need to help us keep on doing things decently and in order. But he goes about it in a peaceful and gentle manner.

(These are downloaded photos of cats that look very much like Pookie.)