Cat Slave
15 Jan
Peaches is currently unhappy with me. I’ve been traveling a lot. Out of town for a wedding, for work, and now for a family get-together, she’s been lucky to get any quality time out of me this month. Doug has had to fill in, waving cat toys in front of her and Cocoa uselessly, getting the grooming brush swatted out of his hand, and opening the door for the special meow that means, “I want out! Now!”
After two nights away she starts to wander far afield from our house, looking for me. I feel guilty, especially when I get back and I get the old “Do I know you?” routine from her. Cocoa is more forgiving. She purrs and purrs and during the night she’ll lie on my chest as if to say, “Don’t ever leave again, ok?” It takes a few days for Peaches to come around. When we left today she was wrapped in a ball in a corner, obviously upset at the thought of prolonged absence from her two favorite slaves. But, we have a great cat sitter, and she can sleep all day in the clothes hamper if she wants. And a few days after we arrive home she’ll decide that I’m back in her good graces and will climb on my side while I’m sleeping and stretch out like the Sphinx to make sure I know that I was missed.
I seriously want to get one of these cats. The Maine Coon sounds perfect for our quirky family.
We had a beautiful Maine Coon for many years. His name was Little Cat, and he was awesome. Hope your cat forgives you soon!
Aw, I miss our Maine Coone, Malcolm.
The Kitties are doing well! Peaches is getting brushed, and Cocoa is getting some pets and playtime!
This is one of your sweetest blogs ever–it just made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You make me so jealous with your adorable kitties. Hope you’re doing well, Crystal
Catherine is sitting in the “co-pilot’s seat” at my computer. Regarding your servitude. I just returned from San Jose to see my son aka Burning Man. We got our neighbor to watch the dogs and they think he rocks! He even emailed us photos of them with notes like, “I’m missing Mom and Dad.” Being typical dogs, they forgave us instantly. That’s why I’m a dog person.
Cathy here — You know I’m a cat person! I’m here visiting my daughter in Southern California, and she and I drove up to see Jan, where we were greeted by her boisterous dogs and sullen pot-bellied pig (who hates that it’s raining. Me, too. Where did the sun go?) Laura has a dog, too, which is adorable, but she chewed up a new book in just the short time we were at the store. That’s why I’m a cat person, especially Maine Coons, like my beloved Malcolm.
Janelle
You two are my favorite dog, cat, and pot-bellied pig bloggers! Thanks for sending such a fun comment.