When you live on the corner of Walk and Don't Walk, as we do, where two major bus lines run past every 20 minutes, outdoor cat life becomes, if you're a responsible cat parent, a no-no in the lifestyle department. Sorry, Kid. You're stuck here.
As a consequence, Vinny doesn't get much sun.
OK, fine. Vinny gets no sun - we live in a north-facing basement, ya'll - save those two occasions per year when I'm feeling particularly magnanimous and energetic enough to wriggle his squirmy, squiggly body into his cat harness and leash so that I can take him out for a walk. Yes, I'm one of THOSE cat ladies and let me tell you, Vinny ROCKS the harness and leash...once he's in it and resolves himself to it. Then he's master of the universe and confidently struts his stuff about our neighborhood, dragging me behind.
[Note: Now I'm worried that he is vitamin D deficient. Am I a terrible mother for not getting my fur-child out into the sunlight 20 minutes a day to absorb vitamin D?! Do cats even require vitamin D? Should I buy him supplements? This parenting thing is So. Hard!]
So, a few weeks ago, when I was experiencing symptoms of eye strain, Acr0nym gave me a desk lamp to, hopefully, alleviate the dizzy spells.
Up until then, I'd only had one three-way lamp in my room - a floor lamp located on the other side of the room from my desk and computer.
As soon as I plugged in the new lamp on my desk though, I noticed a certain fur fixture planting himself underneath the desk lamp and staring at me...accusingly...
|You've seen this Vinny, Private Eye picture before|
So, I did what any good mother would do with a depressed child...
I bought him a SAD lamp. And by SAD lamp I mean I went to Target and spent 15 clams on a table lamp and a 4-pack of 60-watt bulbs.
|Vinny stretching out and basking under the SAD lamp|
Turns out, he doesn't care about the actual sun, he just cares about staying toasty warm.
Now...if only I didn't feel so guilty about turning the lamp off when I was ready to sleep, perhaps I COULD sleep. *sigh*