Right now, Tom is lying on his back up against the wall in my office, his hind legs up and his paws curled. He is white furred all the way to his legs. I think I have mentioned before that he is very big on routine, and somehow he always knows where I am -- at least in the house. Example: When he first come in in the morning, he goes directly through the kitchen, utility room to the garage door which he puts down his head to butt his way through. Then he goes just ahead of me to the front
to the switch for the yard light. It was on a timer, but the timer wore out, and I turn it on with
the switch which does work. After, he turns and walks, or runs, back to the door and leaps up
on the dryer to eat his breakfast. I put his dish up to prevent ants from swarming to cat food. Yes,
I spray for insects, but they got into the ducts when the house was being built, and their descendants
have been there ever since.
In the mornings when I get up he does not appear at the glass door. Somehow, though, by the
time I have sipped water in the kitchen and go back to the door, there he is with his morning
greeting ready to being his day. The thing is, I am very quiet, even in turning on the water. How
does he know I'm up? Does he hear the water outside the house from the water lines, or is
he psychic? I think he has a video on his internal computer mind.
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