Sunday, January 15, 2012
Last of the "best of both worlds" pictures of Karma...totally relaxed in her cat bed on her chair...
...using the wooden arm as a pillow. This was before I started moving around more furniture yesterday.
It all happened quickly.
Dagan and Leah arrived with a couple helpers.
I had drug all the smaller things out of the way with my good arm to make as much room as possible. They carried the loveseat up and left it in the hallway...
...picked up the chairs and ottoman and carried them away.
Looked so empty!
From my window I watched their friend John (makes 6-foot Dagan look a bit short) who had carried my lounger down by himself, just hoist it up and toss it into the dumpster!! I could hear it hit bottom all the way up here...goodness! They stored the glider rocker and ottoman in my garage for me, brought the cushions up with them, arranged the loveseat where I wanted it, all got thanks & hugs from me, and then they were off...deciding where to each lunch. :)
I did grab the camera as a few of you requested and got this video of Karma "meeting" the loveseat--ROFL! She'd been thrown already by me moving things all over the place before they even got here. She knew something big had happened while she was shut in the bedroom--lots of noises, strange voices--so she was very worried, in a snit, and letting me know it when I let her out...
She spent at least half an hour just going around and around the loveseat...
...smelling it and beating it up...
...while I returned the rest of the room back to "normal". But when I sat down in it she wouldn't even attempt to come up there even though her bed was on it. I thought maybe she couldn't figure out how on earth to get up onto the loveseat in the first place...not much extra room on that side when the bed is up there, either...so I took it off.
Creature of habit, when I had my foot up she wanted to come and curl up between my legs like she usually did (especially when she is stressed out--LOL!). But...this footrest is not solid...one of those with just that rectangular piece for your feet...
...and a deceptive flap of unsupported fabric in between the chair and the footrest so that Miss Karma couldn't curl up there without falling down into an abyss--LOL!
Karma was not comfortable.
She was not happy.
Finally...she gingerly made her way across and over to her side of the loveseat...stood there with her ears back...looked around...and jumped off.
I just kept on ignoring her and acting like this was all quite the new normal and no big deal. Let her take her sweet time with this new furniture monstrosity. ;)
She desperately wanted company. I was the bait and I knew it--LOL! She follows me around like a puppy dog when she's nervous and wants to be right smack next to me...but I was on the scary new furniture. Eventually she jumped up on the footrest again. It hadn't changed. She couldn't get comfortable on it...cried her protest. Made her way over to "her side" a second time. After a lot of smelling and telling me how upsetting this all was, she finally laid down.
It didn't actually seem like there was any fear of dogs type of recognition or anything. Dog smell didn't seem to be an insurmountable factor. Just seemed to be fear of new furniture...of change.
She tried laying her head on the soft arm...just couldn't get comfortable...
...kept looking back over her head at the couch...like she expected it to move or grab her or do something most sneaky.
Was just too much for her. She left and went to sleep in her cat bed under the end table.
Sooo...I decided to put the beloved catbed back up on the loveseat. Duel bait! She'd already made it up there twice so I knew she could figure out how to climb up and into the cat bed using my footrest, right?
Did Karma take the double bait?
She went and slept under the bed all afternoon in protest and out of sheer exhaustion, I'm sure--LOL!
After her long nap...she eventually took the duel bait and made her way up into the cat bed. But she was in dire need of laying up on my chest for reassurance and, naughty me, I had forgotten the green pillow. (She can't walk right on me--too painful--why she was so gingerly trying to figure out how to cross over from the footrest to the loveseat--to maneuver it without stepping on me.)
I got the pillow (you can see below). Karma finally seemed reassured after a good long chest cuddle--and it was a long one! Well, three actually. She tried to lay in her bed, but kept coming back for more--LOL! I think it's just that she's never been that close to me in the living room unless she was getting a chest cuddle, you know? And she couldn't curl up between my legs...so she just didn't know what to do with herself. Befuddled her Karma mind.
After the cuddle sessions...she seemed happy to finally sleep in her familiar bed.
In fact, she looks to be in an almost identical position right this very moment next to me on the loveseat. I try not to bump her catbed or she jerks awake like there's an earthquake or a tornado siren. I'm sure all that cat jumpiness will pass soon enough as her natural laziness takes over.
Right now in the quiet of the night?
Karma's sawing logs.
I "napped" again for three hours from 9-12am and then couldn't get back to sleep. (Dang it anyways.) So, as long as I was awake, I thought I'd show you the pictures of our big furniture change. ;)
My knee has been so much better that I was thinking I might actually be able to make it to the fabric store with Leah tonight. But now lack of sleep may be the next limitation issue. We'll see how it goes between now and then. I might totally crash out of sheer exhaustion at any time here. (I had fully expected a sleep-a-thon when I went to bed at 9pm--sigh!)
Anyways, all you Karma fans can rest assured that the worst is over for my big old furbaby. It's not only a good thing she doesn't have claws, it's a good thing she has never seemed bothered by my laughing at her. Since I've laughed almost every day since we met, I don't think she realizes that she's actually the cause of a lot of it. So many cats I've lived with would take great offense at being laughed at, you know? Karma. She just assumes that I suffer from some human giggle disorder...some laughing mental illness. She does not find the world as constantly amusing as I do but, since I am her provider and protector, she tolerates my odd behavior and tries to ignore it. After all, I'm not as scared as she is and yet I do comfort her and keep her safe. She trusts me...completely. Even if she'd emphatically deny it. ;)
That's the news from Fargo. I am too tired to move. Going to sit here in the dim light and watch something or another on TV while Karma snores softly...close enough to touch...but, out of deference to the hot-tin-roof syndrome, I won't. ;)
"Retire to the center of your being, which is calmness."