"In The Cathouse"

So the title reference is to being "in the doghouse."  But I do not have a dog and sometimes, I do things that upset my cats.

Today was one of those days.  I misjudged my time.  I washed the linens, but did not get the bed made before I went to the concert in the park, and then ran a quick errand.

So, when I arrived home,  about 9:40 PM, I was met at the door by Haiku, who gets upset when it gets late and the bed is not made.

She sulked around in the bedroom until I did finish putting up the laundry, and made the bed.  I am not sure why it upsets Haiku so much when the bed is torn apart, but it does.   I try to be cognizant of that and not let the bed be unmade for too long, but sometimes, things happen.

Haiku complains about so little. Yet, she has such a plaintiff cry, sometimes it sounds like she is complaining when I do not know what she is complaining about. She is such a low maintenance cat that I am afraid I overlook her sometimes. 

On the other hand, Sake has been doing very well recently.  And, she has been asking for fresh food in the middle of the day. This means I will be going home for lunch as much as possible while she is still eating good.  I just want her to do well. She is grooming herself and letting me groom her more.

So, when I got home tonight, she was sleeping on the dining table.  She was really sleeping.  I could tell because when I turned on the overhead light, she blinked a lot, and grimaced, so I shut off the light.  About 10 minutes later, she woke up enough to ask for some chicken, which I provided for her.  I am so thrilled she is eating well.

Taki had no complaints today, but I almost had to put her in time out. I was doing my physical therapy exercises.  Take and Haiku joined me.  Haiku just watched, and later joined me on the bed for the exercises I do there.  But Taki kept attacking my feet.  I told her "no" but that did not help.  I gently pushed her away several times.  She came right back.  I threatened to put her in time out, but did not.  If this happens again, I will put her in time out. (One of the cat stroller cages.) I hate to do it, but I cannot have her attacking my feet while I am trying to exercise.  Last time I was doing physical therapy, I did put her in time out while I was doing the exercises, and after a while, she learned to not attack my feet.

I think it was a tough day to be a cat in my house today.