indoor cats
[just like buses - you get no posts for ages, then three come along at once]
We were away at the weekend - not for long, just a flying visit to Yorkshire to inspect our new home. We left at 7 a.m. on Friday and were home by 5 p.m. on Saturday, and Rob the Catsitter popped in on Friday night so the beasts were not unattended.
But Henry really likes his Blobs to stay where they’re put; as soon as I put my key in the lock on Saturday there he was, bounding down the stairs, squeaking away, and he’s been quite clingy ever since; watching out for us when we go out of the house and so forth.
Today he’s been sleeping on the bed, which he rarely does, but I think he wants to be upstairs to keep an eye on us. Ron has today taken to sleeping on the laundry basket - a bit disconcerting when I tried to lift the lid to put some stuff in there (it’s under some shirts on a clothes rail).
Perhaps it’s just the autumnal weather, but I think they need a bit of reassurance, bless them. Their house is being slowly dismantled round them, and they’re unsettled.
Mirrored from the Tribe.