Have you ever gone potty in the morning with a cat curled, sleeping on your lap? I did this morning. It was sort of quiet, warm, comfortable. Made me feel good. Four feet bunched, claws hidden, head down on my leg, eyes closed, motor running. Perfect picture of total relaxation.
I’ve written about Scoot. She came to visit after somebody dumped her out, probably at the end of Big House’s lane. Friend Mary gave her a Vienna sausage. Scoot took up residence on the spot.
First thing in early morning, nobody around, warmer weather, I often just leave outside door to farm office bathroom open. I use it most because Big House’s upstairs bathroom is unhandy and I’m liking stairs less as I get older. Open door means I can see much of farm bottom land and listen to livestock sounds for anything not normal.
One morning a month or so ago, I sat there contemplating, when Scoot wandered around the door post. She looked up at me, meowed, and jumped for my lap. Startling. Never went potty with a kitten before. She’d never jumped on me much and that first time at potty I sat there bare legged. A major squall when those little claws dug into my bare leg to pull her up.