Tom's Week

Tom has settled into his winter mode.  Our nights have been cold, and our days warm up by afternoon.  So , often, I have to change from long sleeved sweaters into short sleeved t-shirt
leaving my discarded clothes on my bed, later when I look into the room, I find Tom settled comfortably on my garments.  I don't know if it is a nice feeling or a nice odor that he likes.  His former mistress, my daughter, was here last week-end.  She indulges his every whim and over-feeds him.  And parallel to my clothing, he settles on her luggage for his long naps.


But he has been big on games lately.  Sitting in front on the door as though he wanted to go out at his usual time in the evening -- just when the sun goes down -- as I open the door for him, he swiftly moves away.  Then he swishes his tail around my chair a time or two and goes back to the door. 
"Tom, do you want me to let you out?: I say.  Once I move to the door, again he moves off, maybe into the kitchen and his food dish.  Finally, he may, as he still does, claws on the back of my chair to cause me to yell at him,  "No clawing" or even "Bad cat!"  Finally he will run through the open door to the great outdoors.  Then as a guard, he may hang by the door for most of the time he is out.  when I decide he has had enough of the cold night air, I let him in for the night.  Obediently, he marches directly to the utility room where he can catch up on his leftovers and settle on the rug in the smaller, warmer powder room for the night.