Saturday was our first all-day rainy day in a while. We got a short walk in between the rain, but there was a steady drizzle most of the day. We probably could have gotten in a second walk, but I was on a roll with prepping materials for the online class I'm teaching in the Fall, so I decided it could be an easy day.
Hey, we haven't missed a day since May 20--and most days we'd met or exceeded our 3-mile goal--so it was okay to have a short 1.2-mile day, right? Wrong.
I have created a monster.
Between the cooler temperatures and the lack of exercise, Barley was wound up! She bounced from the loveseat to the bed in the spare room to my bed back to the loveseat. She kept nosing at the lid to the trashcan--somehow she managed to pull out an empty cat food can.
She beat me to cleaning out the litter box. She barked at every bird that dared to look for bugs in our yard. She pulled out toys from her bin and spread them all over the living room and the bedroom without actually playing with any of them.
I tried to work her out a bit inside. We tossed a toy around. We did 30-minutes of noseworks searches throughout the house. She had to work hard to find several of the hides! She still was not worn out. I sat on the floor with her and furminated her. That got her to be still temporarily, but it's not easy to type lecture notes while furminating.
Of course, by the time I realized that a walk might be the only way to solve our problems, the steady drizzle was back.
Soth was not any better. He kept hopping up on my stack of New Yorkers that I've flagged articles in to read later and threatening to pee on them. He knocked cans of cat food off the counter and onto the floor. He climbed to the top of the bookshelf and tried to knock books onto the floor. He'd jump onto the back of the couch and the fly off and tear around the room.
Finally, at 12:30, I decided it was bedtime. Both pets hopped up onto the bed and curled up with each other. Usually, they give each other as much space as possible (and me as little space as possible!), but I guess in the spirit of mischief they decided to bond a little more.
It was the peace I had been hoping for all day. They were so cute snuggling that my earlier frustration disappeared, and I happily curled up with a book for a few minutes.
I was nervous when something outside let out a loud squeal and woke them both up. Normally, that type of noise sends Barley to the French doors and she wiggles her way behind the curtains to investigate. I couldn't handle the thought of getting her settled again.
Soth took matters into his own paws. He reached out a paw and put it on Barley's shoulder. She stared at the doors, but didn't get out of bed.
Then Barley leaned back into Soth a little bit. Normally, that's something that makes Soth hop off the bed, but he embraced it this time.
|Are you sure everything will be ok, Soth?|
|Don't worry, Barley, we'll get through this together.|
The darlings make me so happy when they act like they like each other that no matter how naughty they might be the rest of the time I can never be too cranky with them. Does cuteness get your pets out of trouble, too?