Just in case

Ok, so after posting yesterday what a good match Cooper and I are. Today I felt annoyed with him. He was pestering me early this morning to get up. You know those precious moments right before the alarm clock goes off and forces you to acknowledge the day? I love those moments; I'm warm, I'm comfy, I'm still half asleep and I haven't had to think about moving yet. Cooper likes to think of this as a good time to get my attention. I think he knows that once the alarm goes off, I'll be up and busy getting ready and won't have time for him. Some days he wakes me in a very gentle loving way, with purrs and quiet mews and nuzzles to my face. Then there are days like today where he barrels in like a tornado. He wails and paws at the blinds to make a racket; to make himself seen and heard. Even as I type this, he just jumped up onto the computer desk and walked over the keyboard and infront of the screen. He knows I'm writing about him.

Like any cat, I suppose, Cooper wants attention when he wants it and it might not coincide with when I want to give it. He doesn't like me to ignore him for the computer or a book or art. He'll crawl all over whatever it is I'm holding in front of me. He'll circle and lie down in his best I'm-here-for-the-long-haul position, release the biggest sigh and that's it, I'm done. Most days, I can see the good in this. Most days. Today I felt busy and annoyed. I had a lot to do today and not a lot of patience for Cooper.

I randomly and oddly stumbled across a blog today written by Wil Wheaton. I swear it really was a random find "Wha...Wil Wheaton has a blog?! Cool." I skimmed through a few posts then one in particular caught my eye. I am copying and pasting it here because I had quite a reaction to it. It made me get up away from the computer, track down my sweet friend and play a rousing game of chase Cooper until he loses interest. After which we had a lovely cuddle on the couch where Coop got such a good petting he drooled. I know Coop's 'just in case' face and I don't want to ever ignore it again.

The face by Wil Wheaton

Ferris followed me through the kitchen, whacking at my leg with her paw every couple of steps.I finally stopped near the breakfast table and turned around.She looked up at me with something dog owners will know as "the face."

"Did you feed the dogs?" I said to Anne, who was on the other side of the kitchen chopping lettuce for a salad.

"Yeah," she said.

I looked down at Ferris, who had begun wagging her tail."Why are you looking at me with that face?" I said, in something dog owners will know as "the voice."

"It's her 'just in case' face," Anne said.

"Just in case?"

"Yeah. Just in case you want to love on me . . . just in case you want to give me a treat . . . just in case you want to take me outside to play . . ."