After almost two full weeks of being away from home, I sorely missed my furry family. To be fair, I missed my sons as well, and am grateful to them for holding down the fort in my absence. My homecoming was a mixed bag of reactions, canine vs. feline.
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| My baby, Rascal |
True to their reputation, the dogs went spastic over the sight of me. Jumping, squirming and squealing with joy to see me. Ahh…how wonderful it is to have a dog’s greeting!
Then there were the cats. One of our fosters wouldn’t move her eyes off of me from the moment I walked in the door. She followed me from room to room, and was visibly thrilled when I took time out to pet her.
The others? It seemed pretty obvious they’d already forgotten who I was. Me – the one who always feeds them, cleans their boxes, gives them spa treatments, lets them lounge all over her while she works and again when she’s trying to sleep.
Some outright looked at me as if to say, “Who the hell are you? And, are you of any use to me??” Others barely glanced in my direction for a moment. Even “my baby”, Rascal, looked through me. The one who’d, in the past, shove the others away so he could have Mom all to himself. It seemed clear to me: cats don’t remember you.
That night, as I lay down to sleep, a ball of fur plastered itself against my face. I couldn’t breathe with all the hair in my way, yet when I moved my head – the ball of fur moved as well. Someone apparently did miss me more than he let on.
Welcome home, Mom.
Welcome home! I know they all missed you, some of them are just too macho to let you know. Have a wonderful day today!
Aha, so that’s it! Little devils 😉 Thanks, Peggy – you, too!
I think they pretend they don’t miss you to keep you in your place! I’m so glad you’re recovering and that you are back at home with the gang.
That would fit in line with proper cattitude, wouldn’t it? Thanks, Amy, I sure am glad, too.
Remember, in public they have to keep up appearnacnes and all- they are cats.
It is always nice to know you’ve been missed though.
We all much prefer the coming home part!
I know I sure do, Brian – and so do the dogs. The cats have been trying to convince me otherwise! 😉 Rascal = Epic Fail.
Awww… so sweet!
Welcome home! They do remember us, they just need time to forgive us for leaving in the first place. 🙂
Hey Kim,
And now that you are home and your furry friends, notably those of the feline family, realise that a certain extra warm ambience has returned, all will be right in your little old world.
Indeed, a welcome and cosy reunion for you 🙂
Peaceful, positive thoughts for an even better future, Gary 🙂
I’m glad you’re back home with all of your furry loved ones. I mean the animals, of course. 🙂 If I was away from my cat, Victor, I personally go batty… more so than usual. It’s great how your furry friends were openly overjoyed when you came home. That’s unconditional love for ya.
It’s funny how your ‘baby’, Rascal, looked right through you. But I’ve heard and read of cats (especially cats) pulling that routine before when their owners are gone for a long spell. Our cats would do that to us, as well, when we would go away for a week. when we go on our trip to Hawaii, we’re going to drop them off at this special kennel where they take really good care of your pets while you’re away. My aunt leaves her dog there when she goes on vacation and she’s sometimes surprised that her little doggy is kinda reluctant to leave the place and go home. Funny how that is.
Have a great weekend, Kim!