Believe it or not, Tom, the noble, handsome, wonderful, cat has been exceptionally good this season.
Santa Claus is going to come down his chimney and leave him presents. Tom has jumped in my lap during the day to receive petting and affection from me almost any time I sit down. As usual, he knows when I want to read, so he is there revolving his body around in my lap, his tail in the way of my book. I still read from paper, hoping to receive recompense from my novels, so that I can buy an electronic reader.
Tom loves to have his jaws rubbed. Also his head, as long as I don't touch the front side of his ears.
That makes cats' ears twitch.
Tom has now been good enough to let me know when he wants to go out about dark. He sits quietly by the edge of the door that opens. I do let him in about 10 pm, and he marches right into the utility room where he stays until morning. He also has access to the rug in the powder room and the closet.
He still leads me out to the garage switch to turn off the front yard light first thing, before I put out his breakfast.
I have also been feeding, watering and cleaning out the litter box of my neighbor this week. He has done the same for me when I am away from, home. His cat is a yellow-orange striped pussy who doesn't let me pet her. But she comes in sight when I enter. so I talk to her. I know she listens. I tempt her with her usual Fancy Feast. To that she responds.
I'll let you know more about the Christmas cat later on.
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