Neko, Alone Time, Routines

Peggy has been gone two weeks to the day. She comes home on Saturday. Neko and I cannot wait. Neko is getting sick of being at work all day. But she has developed a nice routine.

Normally not a morning person, the biggest adjustment for Neko is getting up and ready. She normally likes to lie in bed most mornings and won't really get up until she see the neighbor's husky dog walk by. Another dog invading her territory used to be the signal to get up and start her day. Now she looks at me sadly after I shower and dress and beg to stay. But each day I have roused her, put on her harness and off we go.

I typically treat her to a small walk on the way to work. We stop at a little park off West Marginal way and take a scary morning walk. Two weeks on patrol and I can attest that there are not pedophiles waiting at this park.

We get into work and she immediately races to Sherrill's office for one of many treats during the day. She then settles in on her bed and resumes whatever she was dreaming about last night. At 9:00 I take her over to Georgetown and we pick up MI's mail and walk around the post office. Just this week we have discovered a house that has four chickens. The chickens like Neko and she like the chickens. They actually come to the fence to see her and they both enjoy sniffing each other (assuming chickens can sniff).

And Neko always poos on this walk.

We work from 6:30 to noon and do various things for lunch. Various things usually involve walks.

Around 2:30 everyday Neko reminds me that it is time to head over to the South Park Community Center. Two laps around the field, she chases birds and breaks into sprint every now and then. This is her favorite walk because I allow her to go off-leash.

And Neko always poos on this walk.

Around five the hall lights go out and Neko and I find ourselves alone. This is prime whining time. Neko has figured out that everyone else has left and why the hell should we be here. I am afraid Neko does not possess the aptitude to get ahead in life. She IS a clock watcher.

We then race home, feed the kittens. Neko tells them about her day. I feed her and if I am lucky and do not look at her eyes (and feel like it) I then sneak out for a work out.

Around 10:00 Neko gives me the look, and it is off the bed. She gives me my space as I read, but as soon as the light is out, Munchy makes a bee line for the space between my legs, Neko takes the side and Pushy finds my feet. I then lie there hoping I won't disturb them and drift off to sleep......lather, repeat and wait for Peggy's arrival.