Rosie has voluntarily taken on several helpful roles.
Although I have a regular alarm clock, Rosie rightly thinks I would prefer
to wake a few minutes early to purrs instead.
Every couple of years she has performed a gravity check by sliding down the
laundry chute.  We are eternally grateful to know that all is well with
gravity in our house.
I wrote a few months ago about how she supervised Jim's woodworking
projects, even coaxing him out to the garage to start.
Now, she has decided to become my personal trainer.  I've decided to do a
set of pushups each morning.  I'm doing them from my knees and working up to
the real thing.  I'm not going to reveal what a pitiful number I can do and
I hate to exercise because it is boring.
Rosie has shown great enthusiasm for my efforts and found a way to make it
much more interesting to do pushups.
First I get on my hands and knees.  She goes under my belly to make sure my
position is correct.  She headbutts me in a few strategic places to
encourage me to pay attention.
Down I go as she winds between my bending arms, and I try to touch my nose
to the floor without falling on her.
Up I go and she goes underneath me again and assumes the Venus flytrap
position with her feet in the air.  I make a careful descent, mindful that
she is fully clawed and feeling playful.
My nose again touches the ground, as my torso barely hovers over the cat,
who wiggles and purrs.
Up I go, to be headbutted back into position and try not to laugh or sneeze
because her tail tickles my nose.
And we repeat until I have reached my limit.
No telling what Rosie will think of next.
Annie