Houston has been in the house since we let him in with us this morning. That shatters his previous record by...oh.... 11 hours. I don't want him to go soft on us though. With a dog in the house and all, I don't want to play referee all hours of the day or night. He appeared to enjoy the basement when I checked on him throughout the day. Given the alternative (driving rain and swirling winds) I'd take the basement too.
Usually when we let him in he gets anxious to go back out after 30 minutes or so, but tonight when we brought him up from the basement he was all lovey-dovey with me and lounged in the chair instead of sitting on the radiator and looking out the window. At bedtime he followed us all upstairs and despite being rather playful (I forgot how sharp cat claws are!), he showed no indication of being upset with his new digs.
We have a ton of doors in the house so it's easy enough to keep the cat upstairs and the dog downstairs...for now. Ideally they'd switch places, but we're taking it one day at a time. So when I heard a loud thump coming from upstairs I ran up to see what the cat had jumped on, toppled over, or who knows what. But first I glanced at the video monitor and saw my Sammy sitting on the floor. Poor baby fell out of bed. At least twice when I've gone in for my final check of the night I've found him curled up on the floor, but those times I think he rolled out of bed since I never heard anything. The morning we left for the Boundary Waters I found him on the floor with his face touching his clock radio (with the radio on!) He takes after his mom. We can sleep through anything. Yesterday he slept through the weather alert test that blared at 1pm.
So more things don't go bump in the night I'll be putting the cat back downstairs before I go to bed and cross my fingers that he catches himself a midnight snack.
Usually when we let him in he gets anxious to go back out after 30 minutes or so, but tonight when we brought him up from the basement he was all lovey-dovey with me and lounged in the chair instead of sitting on the radiator and looking out the window. At bedtime he followed us all upstairs and despite being rather playful (I forgot how sharp cat claws are!), he showed no indication of being upset with his new digs.
We have a ton of doors in the house so it's easy enough to keep the cat upstairs and the dog downstairs...for now. Ideally they'd switch places, but we're taking it one day at a time. So when I heard a loud thump coming from upstairs I ran up to see what the cat had jumped on, toppled over, or who knows what. But first I glanced at the video monitor and saw my Sammy sitting on the floor. Poor baby fell out of bed. At least twice when I've gone in for my final check of the night I've found him curled up on the floor, but those times I think he rolled out of bed since I never heard anything. The morning we left for the Boundary Waters I found him on the floor with his face touching his clock radio (with the radio on!) He takes after his mom. We can sleep through anything. Yesterday he slept through the weather alert test that blared at 1pm.
So more things don't go bump in the night I'll be putting the cat back downstairs before I go to bed and cross my fingers that he catches himself a midnight snack.
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