The other day, I went upstairs to run on the treadmill. Berlioz followed me, as he often does. I set up the treadmill, and stepped out of the room momentarily. Upon my return, I was greeted by this sight:
I tried to get him to budge, but no dice. I thought standing on the treadmill myself might give him the hint that it’s time to move.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, he moved out of the way, and I went for my 7 mile treadmill run, but not without him coming back into the room more than once, and getting dangerously close to the moving treadmill belt. I had to yell and throw tissues at him until he finally left the room.
As soon as I finished, I went into bathroom to grab a glass of water. When I returned, he was right back where he started.
I was finished running, and sort of tired myself, so I figured if you cant beat ’em….
It was actually quite warm and relaxing. Plus the sun was shining in right on us, so I put on some chill music, and before we knew it, one of us had drifted off to sleep.
These cats are living their best (nine) lives. We can all take a few tips from them on how to relax, how to snuggle, and how to love.