Lord of the Flies averted
Got home just in time to avert a full-scale reenactment of Lord of the Flies.
Every time I go on a trip my three cats are left in my apartment. Cat psychologists say they would be more comfortable in familiar surroundings than in someone else’s house. (I know this to be true: when Koosi was our only cat we left her with a friend for a couple of weeks and she tore up his place and attacked him.) When I’m away my sister or my brother-in-law drops by the apartment every other day to put fresh water in the cats’ bowls and top up the kibble dish.
This time I was out longer than usual. When I opened the door I immediately sensed chaos. The air was thick with fur, and someone had peed on the kitchen floor. Books had been pushed off the shelves and used as scratching posts. There were holes in the curtains which had been used for rappelling. My cats were going feral.
Then the three perps ran out of the bedroom—I had the impression they had been running around the house making war cries—saw me at the door with my luggage, and froze in their tracks. Immediately they reverted to their usual bored, blasé expressions.
Koosi: Oh, are you back?
Saffy: When did you leave? I hardly noticed.
Mat: I would like a treat, please.
Home.
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July 6th, 2010 at 09:22
Welcome home! Do you ever get that sad feeling when you leave a country where things seem to work better and come back home? I immediately get that peering out of the plane window before landing, seeing the slums of our beloved country.
July 6th, 2010 at 11:05
Just last February, we were out of town for 4 days. Since we had no relatives living nearby, we decided to have our two cats board with a vet clinic in our village.
Sadie, our older cat, was nonchalant about us having left her. But Sammy, our resident cat macho obviously resented us. When we picked him up at the vet, he did not want to go with us. For several days after, he ignored us completely. When I apologized about having left him with the vet, he became teary-eyed. I guess the tears would have been normal given that he is a Persian cat. Given the cold-shoulder treatment though, I felt that it was mostly an expression of his tampo.
July 6th, 2010 at 11:15
welcome back!
July 6th, 2010 at 15:21
Waaaaahhh that must be a massive headache. My cat Scared peed on me the first day he was at home. He thinks my lap is the most comforting place in the whole house and now all of my clothes are filled with his DNA (hairball). Anyway, your cats are sooo cute!
July 6th, 2010 at 20:04
Aliw na aliw ako sa cat posts, sa totoo lang. Hihihi
July 7th, 2010 at 00:42
Perhaps I should adopt the stray that comes by then and again. He’s so malambing I think I’ll call him Miming the Merciful.
July 7th, 2010 at 09:03
Welcome back!
July 8th, 2010 at 00:15
Everytime you post cat entries on your blog, I wanna run home and smother my cats (Max & Kelsey) with kisses, which they loathe, hehe :)