"Bark!" I get up to let Bessie out. She lies down. "I thought you wanted to go outside." "No." I sit down. She gets up and goes to the other door. "Bark!" "If I get up again, trust me, you will go outside." "Bark!" I get up. Bessie Anne goes outside. I sit down. "Bark!" "I just let you out! You can't want back in that soon." "Bark!" I get up and let her in. She lies down. I sit down. Whew.
Celeste will be sound asleep nearby. If I get up (without prompting from Bess), Celeste gets up, too. If I head down the hall, she races ahead to our favorite meeting place, the bathroom. If I head to the right, toward the kitchen, she herds me to the counter where the cat treats are kept. It matters not that she had treats ten minutes before, if I go to the kitchen, it's munchy time. When I open the bag, I put out two little piles, one for Celeste and one for Ralph, who appears out of nowhere every single time. How does he know?
If I'm in the middle of chores and sit down for a quick rest, I have to sit on the edge of the chair. If I sit back, Bessie and Celeste immediately get up and come to get up on my lap, then I can't get up.
Life is just full of ups and downs.