The girls and I have spent the entire morning working in the office. For the past several hours I have been transcribing minutes from this month’s Habitat for Humanity Steering Committee Meeting, preparing bulletin announcements for the dreaded Annual Diocesan Appeal and finalizing the reservation for the HOA Annual meeting in January with the vice principal at the local elementary school. As always, Izzie and Purrl have been keeping me company.
It’s our routine; I go upstairs, they follow. I work, they snooze. They perked up a bit when they heard the camera go on, but usually they are oblivious to my trials and tribulations as I volley between four different email accounts; two of mine, one for the parish, one for the HOA. It is tricky sometimes, keeping track of where I am and which hat I’m wearing but so far, so good.
Of course our togetherness isn’t always welcomed. Izzie will still from time to time demonstrate her displeasure at her life as an “indoor cat” by crying at the door, knocking small objects from table tops or “arranging” flowers from vases to the floor. Purrl has frequent spells of “needing to play, NOW!” She dances around the family room floor demanding in a high pitch wail until she is appeased.
In turn, I pester them as well. I pick them up and give them loving. Surprisingly, Izzie enjoys the attention and will nuzzle her head under my chin making a wheezy purr sound that is her own. Purrl does not take to being held but does like to climb in my lap from time to time for pets. As her name suggests, she is accomplished at purring.
In their quiet presence, they keep me focused on my office tasks. Without them, I would be constantly looking for distractions to get me out of this chair and this blog would go unwritten. I owe them a great deal, my furry entourage.