So it turns out that Jada is very much a morning kitty. And by morning I mean any time after 3 a.m.
Within her first week here, we've gradually introduced her to more and more areas of the house such that she now has the freedom to wander around most of it, but at night, we keep her in the upper hall and the laundry room just so she doesn't get herself into too much trouble while we're not supervising her. This has worked out well, except that the upper hall is not soundproof. So in the predawn hours, when Jada decides it's time to get us out of bed with her dulcet but insistent meows, it's impossible not to hear her.
The good thing, though, is that she does get me out of bed, and I've found that I do my most focused work before D is up -- no distractions, just me and my (small) bowl of cereal, a mug of freshly brewed coffee, and my laptop. And since Jada's become friendlier, she'll accept an invitation to snooze across my knees while I'm typing away. (Yes, she wakes us up not for her breakfast but just to have company.) It's not a bad deal: a warm kitty cuddled against my body in exchange for early morning thesis work. Really, I should thank her for the progress she's helping me make ...
We've also determined that Jada is quite the butterball -- she came to the shelter at nine pounds and entered our care with an additional three! So we've been asked to get her moving to help her avoid any further weight gain (I have great sympathy). D is in charge of exercising Jada as he's really good at enticing her to stalk and pounce on things, and a few days ago, he decided to see how interested she'd be in some Mardi Gras beads. Well, she was interested:
Just not in chasing them.
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