The Cats Were Not Pleased
Mar. 24th, 2009 07:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jaunthieWe're back at home now. Practically the first thing we had to do when we walked through the door was spend several hours Reassuring The Cats That All Was Well Again. Which is not to say that they had been neglected, oh no. Understand that the kitties were both extremely well looked after by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monkeybard in the comfort and security of their own domain. But to hear the cats tell it, the past week of our absence was the Worst Thing Ever, and We Are Horrible Humans For Leaving Them And Disrupting The Regular Routine.
We literally had to avoid stepping on M as we opened the door, for he had come running when he heard us approach and was flopped down on the floor, purring like a madman and begging for tummy rubs. (In case you didn't know, M is our puppy dog in cat drag.) He then spent the next few hours no further than a foot away from one or both of us, and Velcro'd himself into any lap that became available the instant either one of us sat down.
J is every inch a cat, and much less forgiving of transgressions such as our being away. He appeared on the stairs within a few minutes of our arrival home, and accepted a few chin-scratches while visually affirming that we were hauling in suitcases and gear. As soon as we started upstairs, however, he vanished for a good hour, making it very plain that He Did Not Need Us Particularly, and He Was Quite Put Out By Our Thoughtless Behavior In Leaving Him Behind. (Unlike most cats, J is a pretty good traveller, and got used to being taken along wherever I went in his younger days.) Having duly punished us by his sulking absence, he reappeared and promptly demanded petting, brushing, and lap time.
Long story short: they're both glad to have us home, and we're glad to be back. Vacation was absolutely wonderful. My aunt is the queen of hosts, andfisherbear and I are feeling much better rested and able to cope. But the daffodils are blooming here at home, and the cats are purring, and we're both ready to dive back into work.
monkeybard in the comfort and security of their own domain. But to hear the cats tell it, the past week of our absence was the Worst Thing Ever, and We Are Horrible Humans For Leaving Them And Disrupting The Regular Routine. We literally had to avoid stepping on M as we opened the door, for he had come running when he heard us approach and was flopped down on the floor, purring like a madman and begging for tummy rubs. (In case you didn't know, M is our puppy dog in cat drag.) He then spent the next few hours no further than a foot away from one or both of us, and Velcro'd himself into any lap that became available the instant either one of us sat down.
J is every inch a cat, and much less forgiving of transgressions such as our being away. He appeared on the stairs within a few minutes of our arrival home, and accepted a few chin-scratches while visually affirming that we were hauling in suitcases and gear. As soon as we started upstairs, however, he vanished for a good hour, making it very plain that He Did Not Need Us Particularly, and He Was Quite Put Out By Our Thoughtless Behavior In Leaving Him Behind. (Unlike most cats, J is a pretty good traveller, and got used to being taken along wherever I went in his younger days.) Having duly punished us by his sulking absence, he reappeared and promptly demanded petting, brushing, and lap time.
Long story short: they're both glad to have us home, and we're glad to be back. Vacation was absolutely wonderful. My aunt is the queen of hosts, and
fisherbear and I are feeling much better rested and able to cope. But the daffodils are blooming here at home, and the cats are purring, and we're both ready to dive back into work.
