As much as I hate to use a cat metaphor...
I stayed at my parents last night, having brought the cats with me and departed today leaving the cats there. For the next week and a half they will be under the care of my folks as I prepare to go on our trip to New Orleans. I was admittedly sad having left them, because like a cat, I am a creature of habit. And it is showing through tonight.
Several times now just in the course of the few hours I have been home I've had several bizarre experiences expecting to see the cats around here or thinking I had out of the corner of my eye. Simply because, being creatures of habit, there are certain things I would do around the house that I could always guarantee turning around and seeing a cat. For example, just stepping out of the shower before I've always had one or both of them on the other side of the curtain waiting and it has slipped my mind I was alone here for a few seconds and I had this strange, deja vu feeling like they were in fact right there when they were not.
It all makes me sound like a crazy person. I'm sure I'll be even crazier still in the morning when I expect to go through the routine of feeding them and they won't be here.
They will receive optimal care from my parents of course. And Apollo could give two-shits about being here at all. He loves my parents house and hates leaving it. Poor Shiloh however cannot stand it there and is no doubt at this moment howling and being generally pissed off that he is A. there and B. that I am not.
It's funny, but I miss my pets more than I have missed the presence of any human beings in longer than I can ever remember.
Several times now just in the course of the few hours I have been home I've had several bizarre experiences expecting to see the cats around here or thinking I had out of the corner of my eye. Simply because, being creatures of habit, there are certain things I would do around the house that I could always guarantee turning around and seeing a cat. For example, just stepping out of the shower before I've always had one or both of them on the other side of the curtain waiting and it has slipped my mind I was alone here for a few seconds and I had this strange, deja vu feeling like they were in fact right there when they were not.
It all makes me sound like a crazy person. I'm sure I'll be even crazier still in the morning when I expect to go through the routine of feeding them and they won't be here.
They will receive optimal care from my parents of course. And Apollo could give two-shits about being here at all. He loves my parents house and hates leaving it. Poor Shiloh however cannot stand it there and is no doubt at this moment howling and being generally pissed off that he is A. there and B. that I am not.
It's funny, but I miss my pets more than I have missed the presence of any human beings in longer than I can ever remember.