The state of the Meg
Saturday, 9 April 2016 10:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
carose59"What Good Does It Do To Find Your Mittens If You Don't Get Any Pie?"*
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Whenever I come home, this is what happens. I open the front door and Meg comes out. Sometimes he stretches his front paws up as far as he can while I rub his ears good. Then he goes out. I close the outer door.
I hang up my keys and Meg comes back in. He runs to his food dish and eats as though he hasn't had food in a year. I hang up my purse.
Meg runs back over to the door and I let him out. I take off my gloves and earmuffs. Meg comes back in and eats some more. I take off my coat and hang it up.
Meg runs back over to the door and I let him out. I take off my shoes. (I take off my shoes by the front door so I always know where they are. Also, there's a heating vent there, which makes it really nice when I put them on on cold winter mornings.) Meg comes back in and runs around the house. I close the inner door.
Now, if it's warm enough out, we don't go through all this. I just prop the door open and Meg runs in and out, eating his food and being bouncy and happy. He loves to run in and out of the house. I have no idea why he needs a mouthful of food every time he comes in, but he's always very excited about it.
His favorite game is chasing a drawstring from an old pair jogging pants. I twirl it around and he leaps and runs and has a marvelous time. I can hear him purring the whole time. (He also likes to hide under the pillows and bite my fingers when I stick them under. He bites very gently.)
We played a couple of times yesterday. After the second time, I grabbed him to cut his front claws. He hates having this done—I'm not even supposed to touch his feet. But yesterday he didn't struggle at all, or make angry growly sounds.
Meg is also something of a workaholic. Sometimes he stays up all night, hunting. He's caught at least half a dozen mice this winter. He leaves them either in his food dish or right next to it, so I know where to find them.
He doesn't spend as much time outside as he used to. I think the cat that scratched his face worries him. If he's out for very long, he comes in smelling of cigarettes, meaning he's been at Patrick's house, bothering Little Cat.
*Linus van Pelt
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Whenever I come home, this is what happens. I open the front door and Meg comes out. Sometimes he stretches his front paws up as far as he can while I rub his ears good. Then he goes out. I close the outer door.
I hang up my keys and Meg comes back in. He runs to his food dish and eats as though he hasn't had food in a year. I hang up my purse.
Meg runs back over to the door and I let him out. I take off my gloves and earmuffs. Meg comes back in and eats some more. I take off my coat and hang it up.
Meg runs back over to the door and I let him out. I take off my shoes. (I take off my shoes by the front door so I always know where they are. Also, there's a heating vent there, which makes it really nice when I put them on on cold winter mornings.) Meg comes back in and runs around the house. I close the inner door.
Now, if it's warm enough out, we don't go through all this. I just prop the door open and Meg runs in and out, eating his food and being bouncy and happy. He loves to run in and out of the house. I have no idea why he needs a mouthful of food every time he comes in, but he's always very excited about it.
His favorite game is chasing a drawstring from an old pair jogging pants. I twirl it around and he leaps and runs and has a marvelous time. I can hear him purring the whole time. (He also likes to hide under the pillows and bite my fingers when I stick them under. He bites very gently.)
We played a couple of times yesterday. After the second time, I grabbed him to cut his front claws. He hates having this done—I'm not even supposed to touch his feet. But yesterday he didn't struggle at all, or make angry growly sounds.
Meg is also something of a workaholic. Sometimes he stays up all night, hunting. He's caught at least half a dozen mice this winter. He leaves them either in his food dish or right next to it, so I know where to find them.
He doesn't spend as much time outside as he used to. I think the cat that scratched his face worries him. If he's out for very long, he comes in smelling of cigarettes, meaning he's been at Patrick's house, bothering Little Cat.
*Linus van Pelt