Normally when we return from a week of vacation it is as if a vomit bomb went off in our house. Today, we got home and carefully opened the door to the house and we were met by Leon who was overjoyed at having us home. There was one hair ball (on the crappy basement floor so it hardly counts) and a litter box to change. That’s it. We did not spend 30 minutes or more cleaning up vomit, broken pottery or other awful things. Leon is not upset with us but very much thrilled to see us. He can’t get enough of either one of us. Can I tell you how happy I am?
Can I also explain that the only reason our house is not a foul crypt is because our other cat is no longer on this mortal plain? Cruel you say? Perhaps, but I got to take a shower and start some laundry instead of cleaning up something we used to call hot frosties…you don’t want to know what those were.