last night i drove to sp guy’s house to bring down some more burn stuff and to spend some quality time with my cat before i disappear into the desert for 10 or so days. (sp guy would be playing tennis and working, so i knew i wouldn’t be spending time with him.)
galahad was happy to cuddle with me in the guest room, which he’s claimed as his own safe haven, when i showed up. moving into the ‘master’ bedroom was a little stressful. once he realized walter was not waiting around the corner to sniff at him, all was well. we cuddled up in bed with only a few minutes of getting settled we drifted off. actually, i’m not sure if galahad actually sleeps or just hangs out next to me awake, but he does seem to like it.
about an hour later sp guy came into the room quite suddenly and *turned the light on*. luckily i’m ‘the logical one’ and my logical brain was on the task telling me this wasn’t something he would normally do. he looked very happy so i groggily, yet accurately, guessed that he’d fixed the difficult bug he’d been working on for a couple days. he said he wasn’t sure if it was completely fixed, but he did find a huge tangle that he sorted out and things seem to be running better. yay! then i asked him to bring me
my knock-me-out allergy meds and some water.
about 3:45 galahad started meowing meowing meowing to be let out to explore the house. i learned last time that walter would not be waiting at the door and it was safer for me and my poor tender hands if i didn’t try to leave the room while holding the sharp clawed, excitable cat.
for the next couple hours i was getting up and letting walter in. then galahad letting himself in while i had walter on the bed–a not super observant dog who was still focused on the magically opening door and missed the cat jumping on the bed. walter went to investigate the open door and left the room. i closed the door. then galahad wanted out again.
finally, i left the door open. walter came back in. later galahad came in but this time they noticed each other. galahad under the bed making ghost sounds and curious walter snuffling. but i called him back up to sleep with me. then it was just the explosion sounds from sp guy’s tv (he falls asleep on the couch) disturbing the silence. luckily, they didn’t last long.
i love my animals, but i have to say i’m going to enjoy not having anyone step on me or whine or meow at the door while i’m sleeping in the desert next week!
listening to: Indigo Girls:Galileo [Live]:[5:30]
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