Of course I had to take Lynettea with me. I have to console myself with the thought that she needs exercise and without my efforts where would she get it? She is really lucky to have me and I think she knows it. I desperately try to give her mental stimulation, so we play games all over the house. One of my favourites is helping her make the bed. I leap on it and make her throw the ball so I can play chasies back and forth down the hall and on and off the bed. This is designed to keep her mentally alert.
Sometimes I try everything I can think of and then give up and go to sleep.
Then I might consider advertising for another family to adopt me that would be more fun.
I had better not let Lynettea see that or her feelings might be hurt.
A strange thing, human feelings. They often seem to have none and then get all concerned and give you a lot of cuddling and saying 'most precious cat' and 'my darling kitty' and stuff like that.
Never a thank you for all the thought and care I put into training her to becoming barely acceptable as a kitty friend.
It is all very curious and could be disheartening, if I was a gloomy sort of cat.
Thankfully, I am extremely tolerant and forgiving.