I hurt my throat/neck area last week. It was kinda scary, so I snuggled with mom a lot. Then I started feeling better on Friday, so I went out chasing bunnies and squirrels and whatnot…for nine hours. Mom wasn’t happy, especially when I overexerted myself and felt bad all weekend. I had to go back to square one of the healing process. So I have been on forced “take it easy time” since then, which isn’t the most fun I have ever had, but mom gives me lots of tummy rubs, so I can’t complain too much. Plus, she says I have to be completely better to meet some special friends later this week (who could it be?!). I guess I can not chase the bunnies and squirrels for a few days if it means new friends (plus mom takes me out to check on them several times a day, so I’ve at least been able to tell them hello).
I feel completely fine now, which I proved last night when we had a visitor knocking on the picture window at 2 a.m.
I begged mom to let me out to go play, but she of course said no. (I keep telling her all the really fun friends come calling at night, but she’s not interested). She did let me watch my new friend from the window, and he was quite the acrobatic little fellow! He climbed up a tree, swung around on several limbs, then climbed back down, doing all sorts of somersaults along the way. He was really putting on a great show for us. Mom said he was like a mini flying monkey-in-training the way he swooped and whirled (btw, I am not sure what a flying monkey is, but now I want one!). Unfortunately, I think I scared him away when I started “bark-plauding” (because really, clapping my paws together just wasn’t enough fanfare). He dropped from the tree and took off running toward the car, which got mom all riled up. (Just between you and me, I laughed a little because I knew he couldn’t get into the car without mom opening the door. Believe me, I’ve tried!!!)
I’m pretty sure this is the outdoor furry who leaves me little gifts on my bed on the back porch, mostly remnants from his nocturnal snacks. I appreciate the thought, but he and I clearly have different tastes. Plus, it would be nice if he’d clean up after himself every once in a while. Then maybe I could convince mom to let him come inside for a visit. What do you think?