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.
It didn’t.
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.
Wednesday & Berlioz 