I think someone forgot to tell Watson that he’s a cat, as he is strangely obsessed with eating green vegetables. Cucumber is his absolute favourite, but he also likes lettuce, spinach, green beans, and asparagus. One time I had a container of small tomatoes in a variety of colours and he reached in and grabbed a green one and ran away with it
Not only does he like these veggies, but he seems to prefer them to actual cat food. If I put out the cats’ dinner and then start making myself a salad, he will abandon his meal to come and beg for lettuce and cucumbers.
He also loves to watch me dry my hair. I’m not sure what he likes about it so much, but any time I dry my hair, he sits just outside the bathroom and watches intently.
His other obsession is with taking these things off my bed frame:
I’m not sure what these things are called, but they are little decorative knobs on the bed frame that are apparently just inserted into little holes in the bedframe:
For some reason, Watson just has to rip these things out of throw them on the floor. Just the other day I found five of them under my armoire. I still haven’t found all of them, but at least those five are back in place… well, until Watson discovers I put them back and rips them out again. I fear I am fighting a losing battle on this one.
Yesterday afternoon at work my throat started to get a little bit sore. Being a “walk it off” type of person when it comes to illness, I had a cup of tea and figured that should fix me up. Went to a board meeting after work and then my salsa dance class.
This morning, I woke up with my throat burning like the fire of 1000 suns. But the thing was, I had a meeting at work where I needed to review some stuff with a governance group and I was on their agenda for 50 mins of their 1 hour meeting. And the only co-worker who could reasonable have covered this for me is away on holidays for spring break. So I dragged my sad little self into the office to do this meeting, update the documents we were reviewing to give back to them, and then came home sick. On the way home, I stopped in at the grocery store to get some stereotypical sick person groceries:
My sad little grocery order
I ate some soup, drank some OJ, and then went to sleep for several hours. My kitties joined me for this epic nap, because they are such good caregivers. Or possibly because they just nap all day anyway – I’m not usually here during the day, so it’s entirely possible that this is how they normally spend their time.
For anyone who knows me, this is a monumental day, as calling in sick to work goes against ever fibre of my being. And given how sore my throat is and how tired and weak I am at the moment, I might have to call in sick again tomorrow. Two sick days in a row for me – I believe that is a sign of the end of times.
Me and my kitty caregivers