Happy last Caturday in August! We’re ready for sweaters and bonfires and scarves and boots over here. Weasel has already let her summer bikini bod go…
No, it is absolutely not normal for a cat to sit like that.
I’m getting a little stressed out because we’re leaving the cats once again for a cruise to Mexico next weekend. I realize people seem to have this understanding that cats are independent and self-sufficient, but people who think that have not met these cats. They’re clingy and needy and they own my soul.
They eat dinner with us.
They sleep in the bed. They greet me at the door. They cry when we’re gone. They follow me from room to room. And Weasel watches me from the window every morning when I leave.
I do not know how people have children and if they do how they manage to ever have a stable moment of sanity where they don’t think the child (or cat) is licking an electrical outlet, running out the door, falling out a window, choking on a packing peanut, eating Q-tips or getting trapped in a crevice somewhere. I think these things daily.
She did. And she’s not.
I know I’m a lunatic and I know they’ll be fine. I also know my first child will move about life packed in bubble wrap and a helmet. It’s fine.