We went away for the weekend - four nights actually. Not wanting to impose on the Moms and kids that much (it's a 15 minute drive to our place, and we always lean on them for this), we enlisted the Neighbour Kid (NK) to "care" for Findley while we were away.
It didn't go so well.
We were both worried, because experience has shown that NK isn't the brightest bulb. But Sweetie McPie talked to her mom, her older brother was going to help supervise, there were demos, etc.
Findley was stubborn, NK's wits failed her, and we came home to house full of open cat food cans, vomit and many, many house flies.
Findley, surprisingly, seemed kind of ok. But it soon became clear that despite not having eaten much over the days we were away, it was the fact that we were FINALLY HOME YOU G-D TRAITORS that solved all his problems. Once we arrived home, he slept for two days straight, and didn't open his mouth say boo when he woke up. My theory: lack of parentals causes him stress, causing him not to eat (or sleep), which causes NK to freak out and open every can of cat food in the house, leave them scattered about in 30 degree weather, requiring that we adult humans spend half an hour after midnight on the day of our homecoming killing two dozen (minimum) houseflies.
But oh, the peace and quiet. And the cuddles. Here is Findley, recovering from the trauma of parental betrayal:
Because I apparently can't shut up about my cat, the deets on our vacay in Quebec City must remain yet to come. But, preview: New shoes; and, aren't my feet looking much better?
Didn't McPie do a nice job on my toenails?
3 comments:
oooooohhh noooo Findley.
I looooooove yooooooo
ahh, poor findley. that cat just needs to chill; he takes life far too seriously for a feline.
your tootsies look lovely. methinks it is time for a pedi of my own.
Vomit or not, it's hard not to adore a kitty who cares so much whether you are there or not. He's actually reached a pinnacle of cuteness lately. I think the outdoors agree with him.
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