Tom has been most affectionate lately.  Just before Thanksgiving my back spasmed, and I had a dreadful night.  Maybe you know such nights when you are so uncomfortable you just can't find a way to relax and drift into that glorious sleep which must keep you smiling in contentment all night long.  It was the day before Thanksgiving, and I planned to call and cancel my part in the family plans for dinner.  Before I could move, the phone rang.  My daughter had to tell me she could not get time off for Christmas, except for the one day. As she lives in Texas, she couldn't come to Oklahoma and get back to Texas in one dayto go to work and still enjoy Christmas.  "Well, I won't make it to Thanksgiving dinner," I moaned.  Back to bed to try again for a few minutes of sleep.  The phone rang again.  My chiropractor concerned about considerable tightness at my last visit.  He is thoughtful, calling frequently to check on my status.  (He even visits his patients when they are in the hospital for any other purpose.) 

After doing my best to state the symptons I had suffered without sounding too "done in", he instructed me to come in the following Monday for another back check -- like a booster shot.  Back to bed just to be quiet and try to sleep.  As the day went on, I succeeded in putting in three naps and felt better by evening and prepared myself a light meal.  During the dayTom curled up at my back during the naps and jumped on my lap when I got up to sit for a while. 

Now Tom knows my bed is off limits for him.  But when I lie down any time during the day (these times are most infrequent) he knows.  He has a strong psychic sense.  I can count any low number, and he will find me and climb over me, often shoving his head under my empty hand to have his jaws and chin rubbed.  But eventually, without response from me, will back up against my back and curl up and vibrate.  Tom's purr is a steady vibration and a suggestion of a real purr.  Whydon't I shove him off then?  Because, I don't want to wake up enough to expend the effort.

The end result of that experience was that Thanksgiving morning, having slept some more during the night, I felt much better, only slightly weak, but not too much to attend our traditional get-together.  The one I go out of town to the home of another of my children.  Christmas they come to me.  For Tom's part, he has followed up by continuing his affectionate attention.  When I sit down to do something, he is there for my lap.  That includes work at the computer and his paw reaching for my right hand typing.  I can't resist taking his paw, holding it loosely.  He lets me hold it.

The Bandit Cat

There is a large, long-hair gray cat that roams in my yard at night.  He, or so I think he is, comes up to the patio door and eats Tom's food that i put out at night.   It is food left over from his earlier second meal of the day.  I put it on the table on the patio or on the doorstep hoping he will eat it before the bandit sneaks up to eat it.  Now to get the picture, there is a wide ditch at the foot of my property which the city widened from a small natural stream to control flooding. If I see the bandit I open the door.  He runs off, but will go to the fence at the back of the yard  and crouch by the gas meter, just waiting his next chance.  If I chase him, he will duck under the cyclone fince and flee down the ditch.  Tom, during this?  Well, I find him sitting by on the patio in his "watch" mode.  He does seem to appreciate my intervention in ridding the marauder from his territory.

Lately, however, I have put the leftover food dish out on the step.  Tom staying near the house has been able to finish his meal.  I take the dish in afterward.  During the colder nights Tom is eating more, and growing in his winter coat.

Thanksgiving Cat

This is the day we gather at my daughter's house for the day and the meal.  That means I leave food for Tom, and contrary to his normal routine, leave him outside with his food out with him.  Now this will be a challenge, because he prefers to be indoors during the daytime.  If I don't take him by sur-prise, he will run for sanctuary under the bed, which it too wide to get hold and pull him out.  So wish me luck to get him outside; otherwise, he is in until I return.  I am two hours away from home and sometimes stay overnight and come hom the next morning.

Does your cat have a Thanksgiving dinner from your own menu on this day?  Turkey may be a fav-orite item for your pet, but do cut the meat off the bone.  You don't want a splinter swallowed to pierce the intestines.  You know, fish is a favorite for many felines, although I've had one who dis-dained fish and loved beef.  Some love liver and grow huge on a steady diet of it.  Tom's favorite is Tuna, so that's what he'll get.  A great day of thanks to you all and to your kitties.

Bandit Cat Steals Food

Bandit was...

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Tom has become more affectionate than usual these days. When I sit down to read, and more so when I sit at the computer to download e-mail or compose something, he appears from somewhere I did not see him. All I know is a bit fur-covered body with a head is on my lap. The paws are heavy clinging, claws pricking into my legs, and the head is burrowing under my arms pushing them off the keyboard. I usually don't get relieved, until he has had his measure of attention. He especially like to have his jaws rubbed, which i understand most cats do. However, most of the ones I have known put most of their ardor into responding to their backs being smoothing petted. Tom likes his jaws, chin, and chest getting the rubdown that he drools out the mouth -- on me, which I don't enjoy. Another aspect of this, wherein he does not get petted much, is the occasional nap I try to take. I could about count to ten counts, and feel the heavy paws come down beside me and climb up on my side to hang over on me, heavy enough to depress my breathing. I have said he is heavy, not com-pared to some cats. He just has a high density. I have read that cats are psychic. This one has his senses tuned to my movements, and is as depend-able as an alarm system. So pet your own cats and feed them on time.

CHANGE OF SEASONS AFFECTS TOM

We are having the first real change to chill October weather.  Warm in the daytime to a chill after the sun goes down.  Tom sits down at the patio door to go out a little before the light fades down to a near-dark twilight.  It is his habit, first of all, to look out the double lighted exit from the glass that does not open to assess the wild life in his sights.  When he is sure it suits him, he moves to the door and sits patiently.  It isn't always that he is patient.  If I am in the same room watching TV and am en-grossed in the program, he rears up and claws on the back of my upholstered chair.  He knows this will get a roar and a rise from me, and I will move to DRIVE him out.  Then he moves to the door and is put out. 

Every pet needs to be, mostly, an outdoor creature and not lose contact with his freedom in nature and the ability to protect himself.  I've had to compromise with Tom, because his first owner worked in the daytime; and the only time the owner was at home was at night, so that was when Tom had his outing.  There is a bandit cat that steals Tom's food, if I put the remainder of his early dinner out to early the scruffy gray cat steals it.  Timid Tom seems to let the bandit get away with it.  I have better luck if I wait until I close down for the night.  Setting his food dish out then, he is hungry enough to finish it off himself.

Tom, the Timid

Despite Tom's size and strength, he has a timid, perhaps shy or a "prove you are friendly" aspect.  He is larger than average weighing 10.5 pounds with long forelegs and paws, and a long ringed tail, which moves and curls constantly, except when he is in deep sleep.  His paws are big and white with pink pads, and he loves to flex them when on my lap.  Yes, it's catlike to do so.  But when I yell, "Ouch" he is more careful.  He often lays with his forelegs spread forth in the position of the sphinx of Eguptl; and when he gets up from a nap he stretches his hind legs like a ballet dancer.  His timidity,however, is more for men tha;n for women.  The women of my family, he favors more by letting them pick him up  and pet him.  In times of holiday gatherings he hides under the bed.

He is prescient and comes on the scene when I sit down to work at the computer, where he is now, so thies comments complete today's blog, says Barb.