Eight days ago, I was told by my doctor to rest, rest, rest in order to prepare for my upcoming surgery, which will take place tomorrow. Since rest is a concept I am not too familiar with, It took several days, a near collapse, and the threat of another trip to the emergency room before I figured out how to do it successfully.
From the beginning of my unplanned "bedrest" my feline friends seemed quite confused by my behavior, especially Gracie. I never realized how much my temporary change of routine would affect my cats, Gracie and Benjamin Bunny.
On a typical day, I spend my mornings sitting at my desk working on the computer with Gracie napping comfortably on a chair next to me. Each day since my mandatory rest began, she has waited impatiently outside my office door for me to follow our normal routine. When I don't show up, loud "meows" vibrate through the house. Eventually, she will march into my bedroom, climb onto the bed, sit regally with her tail wrapped tightly around her feet, and stare at me. This alone is motivating me to recover quickly.
Benjamin Bunny will not let me out of his sight right now. If I get up to go to the bathroom, he tags right along. I thought my days of being followed to bathrooms were over once my human kids left for college. Obviously, I was wrong.
Restful nap times are not allowed by my feline friends these days no matter how tired my pain medications make me. I rarely sleep during the day anyway. It is not part of my daily routine. So, this new behavior seems to upset Gracie greatly. Within minutes of my dozing off, she will leap onto the bed and head butt me or tap me with her paw until I open my eyes. Sometimes I feel like she wants to make sure I'm still alive so I can feed her later.
While I've been on "bedrest", it has been extremely difficult for me to play with Gracie and Benjamin Bunny. But, no worries. They came up with their own solution to the problem. Little by little, more and more of their toys have been showing up in my bedroom, even in my bed. If I can't go to the toys, the toys will apparently come to me, along with the expectation that I will use them to entertain my feline friends. This way they are making sure I don't get bored during my recovery.
Benjamin Bunny has become my nighttime nurse. He gives me back massages, kneading me with his paws until I go to sleep. Then, he walks down to the end of the bed and goes to sleep next to my feet. If I toss and turn during the night, he will tiptoe to my pillow and curl up next to my head. Unfortunately, he sometimes accidentally presses his whole body against my face causing me to feel in desperate need of air. Other times, he puts his cute face so close to mine I wake up with his whiskers in my nose.
All in all, it is very reassuring to know how much my feline friends care about me. I feel lucky and loved.
Until next time, remember...
When you're special to a cat, you're special indeed...she brings to you the gift of her preference of you, the sight of you, the sound of your voice, the touch of your hand.