Tuesday, November 5, 2013
In the morning, after a big breakfast, he will go up on his tower and refuse to come down for his teeth brushing. I can’t pick him up because he just hangs on tightly with his claws. Sometimes, I have to put the chair by the tower and threaten to brush his teeth while he is up there. That convinces him to come down for a couple of minutes. I brushe his teeth—and back up he goes.
In the evenings when I come home from work, he is definitely more tired than normal. I think that leaf hunting is cutting into his napping.
He has even been coming to bed late. He wants to stay up and watch the leaves. I am feeling so irrelevant.
Still, it is only a few short weeks in the fall and spring that he gets like this. (Much of my trees are red oaks that lose most of their leaves in the spring.) I do find I can get more things done around the house because he is so busy.
If I bring a leaf into the house, he doesn’t make the connection that it is just what he has been so intently hunting.
Maggie, aka Dumb Dog, doesn’t get leaf hunting at all. This is a good thing—since she tends to mess up his squirrel hunting. When she starts to bark at the squirrels, he climbs down his tower just far enough so that he can reach her—and bats her in the head. At least he can hunt his leaves in peace.