Velcro Cat

Posted on 2025-08-28 by Holly

I know a few of you have cats. And cats decided for themselves ALWAYS when they want to be held, petted, or other wise adored. This one started explaining to me yesterday and continued into today, that my job was to provide pets, cuddles, and a lap whenever HE decided that I should.

Never mind that my brain was barely at the Match-3 untimed computer game level. String five words together? So not happening. Stitch something? Right, frogging on the way. And knitting anything that wasn’t straight garter stitch was completely out of the question, so I left that alone as well.

I was safe to drive for a few short errands but wound up just being glad that I managed to sleep till a whopping 0245 instead of midnight. At this rater, I am right on schedule for the standard “day per hour of time zone change” to get back to normal.

All of this has been made a bit more challenging with an arm full of cat. Or lap full of cat. Or moving cat off the headboard. Or window sill or…. you get the idea. He has also been really good on finessing meals – breakfast is assured. If George didn’t know he was fed, then second breakfast happened at least once. Plus mid-day snack. And treats and dinner twice.

Argh!

I am trying to stay awake till 21o0 in a effort to see if I can sleep in tomorrow past 0330….

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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