The one thing that has not changed for the black cat is his bedtime routine of getting a treat. In Hugo-land, where it's all about the food, this is the most important routine of all. As I prepare for bed, Gregg gets out Hugo's bag of treats, opens it up, squeezes the bag sideways so that it remains open, and then holds it level to the ground so that the big cat can fish his own treat out of the bag. This is very important to him. Hugo wants to get that treat himself. It makes the routine more fun and sometimes he is lucky enough to hook two treats out at once.
The other night, after the treat routine, Hugo was pacing nervously and mewing. (Even though he is a large cat, Hugo has a tiny cat mew.) As I neared the bed to turn back the covers, the pacing became more nervous, the mewing a little more frantic.
"What's wrong, Hugo?" I asked, "I know I saw your dad give you a treat, so don't try to con me."
Now that he had my attention, Hugo's pacing became even more frantic, his mewing almost hysterical.
"What? What is it? Is Timmy down the well again? Or do you just want another treat?" I asked the agitated cat.
At the word 'treat,' Hugo stopped pacing and stood facing me.
I sighed, the last thing our fatty needed was another treat. But knowing that this is all he has left in the world that makes him happy, I succumbed to my guilt at having disrupted all of Hugo's routines by bringing home a big blind dog, and got down the treat bag.
Hugo's entire body quivered with excitement.
I opened the bag. A single treat remained in the bottom. I held the bag at ground level for the cat to paw out. Hugo reached all the way into the bag, snagged his treat, and ate it in one gulp. Happy, he jumped up on the bed and plopped over.
Our little Mr. Monk had been distraught over the thought of that single treat left lying in the bag alone. OCD*-cat could now relax.
|OCD-cat likes to be petted from top of head to tip of tail|