Today was a grooming day for Calla. I wanted to use the best brush so I carried her down to the TV for it, which she wasn’t too happy about. I was holding her up and down and her back feet were sticking straight out, and she was making one of her groan-meows of complaint.
Once the brushing started she was fine, even happy. She even was not complaining much about being brushed on the stomach, at least for a while. So what is she doing perched up on the highest platform in the room?
It all comes back to Gus. Going high is Calla’s way of getting out of his way. While I was brushing her, I couldn’t help noticing that Gus was in a pretty zany mood. Julie was out, but he was scampering about in the kitchen by himself regardless.
But this wasn’t it either. After I let her go and she went off, Gus came to my chair, and then around up the stairstep platforms I have that let him get up onto my lap. He plopped down right there.
This is probably the third time he’s done that in the last year or so, but one was just last week so this is a good sign that he’s feeling pretty good. And since I had the brush in my hand, why not groom him a little?
This is when Calpurnia decided to head for the high ground. She figured that when he got annoyed, she wasn’t going to be handy to get in a scrap. Even though I hadn’t even started yet, she knows the signs. Smart Girl.
In the end, it wasn’t too bad. His haircut is still holding, and there were no mats. He did get mad and then a little madder when his claws got stuck in my shirt and I had to push on his hands to get him free. But after all that he was still in a good mood, and frisky, for quite some time.
Calpurnia stayed up on her shelf for quite a while to make sure. When he started napping, she came down to her normal spots.