Today was
my first real day at home and we were all very excited! My mummy had placed the
bench and her desk with her laptop on it in her bedroom, so she could take care
of me 24/7. Fortunately she can work from home, and now when she sits behind
her laptop working, she only has to look to her left to see what I’m doing. She
had found her old pink university laptop (the battery won’t charge – but it can
still be used with the power cable) and had put that one on the ground so I
could watch catTV during the day and I wouldn’t get too bored while she was
working.
She had
furthermore bought me a tower for my cat food so I would get even less bored in
my bench. I really liked that idea, and the smells coming off it were delicious,
so I immediately tried getting the food out. However, after a few minutes I
gave up. It was just too difficult. My mummy tried teaching my how to remove
the cat food by moving the kibbles around with her finger and pushing them
through the holes. I liked that a lot better than trying it myself! So after
that one time, I didn’t use the tower anymore… it’s just too difficult.
Today was
also the perfect time for her to try out my hood of shame. You see, last night
I tried licking my wound for the first time, so my mummy put my hood on during
the night so I couldn’t reach it. When she check up on me at 4 am I was still
wearing the hood, but when she woke up again at 7 am, she saw the hood lying
next to me and there were a few distinct hairs on the bandage which suggested
that I had licked it… During the day she could keep an eye on me and prevent me
from licking my wound by distracting me by talking to me and petting me until I
forgot about washing and just decided to calmly lie on my blanket. The night however,
was a different story… So during the evening it was time to try out the hood
again to see how tight the belt around the base had to be so that I wouldn’t be
able to take it off.
My mummy
put the hood on me and everything was fine. I didn’t protest, didn’t struggle and
I didn’t panic either. I just laid down on my blanket like a well-behaved kitty
and enjoyed my catTV. My mummy was a bit suspicious, so she decided to leave the
room for a few minutes to see what would happen… You can guess what happened! When
she came back after five minutes, I had managed to take my hood off. 😊
So she
pulled the belt a bit tighter, put the hood on again, and once again left the
room. After she left I removed the hood again! So she pulled the belt yet again
a bit tighter, every time making sure that I had enough room to breathe by
sticking two fingers between my neck and the belt. And yes, after she left I
again removed the hood. We repeated this pattern for another three times and I
was starting to think that I must be related to Houdini! I worried that my
mummy’s would not like this, but to my astonishment she started laughing!
She then
pulled the belt again a bit tighter and put the hood on me again. But this time
she was struggling a bit and I started protesting! I sensed that a belt this
tight might not be taken of this time… So I pushed with my paws against mummy’s
hands and tried to turn my butt towards her so she wouldn’t be able to reach my
head, but it was no use! This time, the belt was so tight that I wasn’t able to
take the hood off this night… ☹
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