Two cats and interactions

 

The Prisoner, on one of his trips inside Saturday morning, went over and sniffed at Rubia, who was lying prone.  Rubia did not even hiss at him.

Prisoner backed out from that section of the living room floor, and retreated to "his" chair.  I was sitting in it at the time and he came and looked up at me, as if to ask what was going on.

Then he climbed up and took over the chair.

I had decided to wear the eye guard overnight Friday as I've been getting a bit paranoid about the possibility of rubbing the operated on eye in the night.  Friday was one of those "vision was a bit wonky" days.  It's as though my brain decided it didn't WANT to see and was fuzzing things up.

So I taped on the eye guard and went to bed.  When I got up Saturday morning, I was all stuffy and drippy and a bit headachy... so I ticked through the "what did I eat and drink on Friday" list and determined before taking any drugs I should hydrate and have my first mug of coffee.  Naturally, things got better with the headache thing, and the nose proceeded to drain, too.  See?  Weather front comes through... the body reacts this way.

With all the busy-ness coming up in the next fortnight, and the body doing its thing, I decided that Saturday needed to be a quiet day.  I fired up Disney+ and began watching "The Book of Boba Fett", a series I had missed because I had not been subscribed when it came out.  

My son discovered the world of Star Wars beyond the first three movies before I did, in books.  He read many of the novels that were carefully controlled by George Lucas, so as to maintain consistency of the story line.  Boba Fett was once of my son's favorite characters.

Sunday passed quietly, too, with Rubia remaining in her under-couch den all day long.  Monday morning, she came out, enticed by the offer of fresh water.

Fresh water?  Yes, please.  But she only drank a little bit.  

Then she asked to go out on the deck.  The Prisoner kept a watchful eye while she hunkered down.

She was offered more water out on the deck, and again, just took a little.

Canned food was offered, but she only took a bite or two before leaving the rest behind.

I left her out on the deck while I puttered around the house doing minor things (unload the dishwasher, load in a few newly used items, check the litter box, etc.) and next check, she was gone from the deck.  I checked under the deck (which would be a good hiding place/den) but not there, either.  Who knows where in the overgrown yard she might be?  I'm probably in for another stretch of asking her "brother" where she is.

Sigh.

But Life is Good, even in its cycles.  Spark on!