I think we all have mental pictures of what our pets are doing during the day when we are at work.
Me? Well, I knew they slept some, but I also imagined the cats, Zelda and Mabel, stretching, walking around the house, cleaning themselves, staring out the window contemplating life, eventually conversing with one another about the benefits of a stretching pad vs. a fence for claw maintenance.
I pictured Kia, my dog, playing with her toys, chewing her bones, and keeping vigil at the door for my triumphant return at the end of the day.
A few weeks ago, I had to stay home from work because of an elbow injury. I wasn’t able to do much, so I went into the bedroom to relax in bed and I found all three of them there, clearly ready to start their weekday routine.
This is what I found out about my pets during the day:
They were spread out, stretched out, and zonked out starting promptly at 8:00 a.m. I had to physically move Zelda from the pillow to the other side of the bed and shove Mabel over so I could have a bit of space. Kia had positioned herself sideways across the bed, so I had to work around her just to straighten out my legs. When I finally got myself wedged in, I was amazed at their daytime devotion to complete and utter oblivion.
They tolerated me, but just barely. Any movement was regarded with irritation and undisguised aggravation from the cats. I am a welcomed guest on the weekends and during the night time hours, but it was clear I was the interloper during working hours.
At around 3:30, the time I normally get home, they managed to rouse themselves. I was then put to work feeding them and taking Kia out for a walk, despite my very painful elbow injury.
I actually love the fact that my pets have made my bed their campout zone. As you may have guessed, I am crazy about each and every one of those critters. The real trouble comes when it is time to change the sheets. I assure them all that it will only take about five minutes and then they will be welcomed back. It takes some convincing and some pulling on the sheets. Sometimes the arm crane has to be employed, but they do get the message eventually.
This picture was taken during one of our stand-offs.
Staying home gave me a new vision of what my pets do while I am away. They zonk out. They are devoutly dedicated to their rest. The cats use their one or two hours of activity judiciously after I get home. There are trips out to the food dish, and a bit of time spent on the patio taking in the afternoon sun. Kia, my Rocket Girl, merely stores up energy that must be released when I get home, resulting in a trip to the dog park or a long walk.
Ah yes, I guess I did have an incorrect vision of their daytime routine. Staying home for two days showed me that. I’ve readjusted my thinking.
Good thing the vision I have for my sons is still a correct one. They are both in college and so of course when I imagine them, they are sitting at their desks, studying all day and probably most evenings too.