The cat

The cat has come to terms with me being home a lot. He no longer chases me out of the room and he no longer bites my calf when I sing. It's understandable that my presence would make him irritable since the apartment has (until now) basically been his between the hours of 9a-6p.

He still wacks me with his paw when he wants to go outside. Since it looks so bright and sunny out he forgets that it's February and it's freezing. He basks in the sun with his hair all puffed out, only to realize that it's not so cozy in the yard at this time of year. I let him suffer for about five minutes and then I let him in. He curses at me as he passes me in the doorway. Same routine everyday.

I think we have established our territories - I get the study desk and he gets the rest of the crib. In the evening we're best friends again and we hang out on the couch together.