Thomàs is “our” cat. But until quite recently, he pretty much “lived” with me. Yes, LB would be up here on the weekends and would play with him and be the fun “parent,” but I was the one that came home every day at the same time, consistently fed him meals, and wasn’t allowed to pee without him.
I went down to LB’s for the long weekend, and didn’t want to leave Thomàs, so I loaded him in the car and we drove 90 miles, him curled up on my lap the whole time. (Almost). He adjusted to Daddy’s house very well, got used to a new litter box, and didn’t ruin anything.
Yesterday, of course, I caught LB dropping HEAPING amounts of soap suds on Thomàs leaving him a sopping wet mess (but it was so funny!) and then later trying to feed him beer. I mean, I know he’s not going to give a stupid cat enough beer to get drunk (mostly because LB wouldn’t want to waste the beer, haha) but come on! Let’s not teach him to try to drink from our drinks, okay?
Next weekend, I’ll be returning to LB’s place, so I did something that makes me….nervous.
I left my baby with LB! It’s only three nights – and how much damage can a little soap and beer do?? Right????
But here I am, at home, and it just seems so darned empty again! We got Thomàs because (a) we really wanted a pet, (b) we’re not planning on having a human baby right away and I think LB needs something to dote on, and (c) because I’m alone a lot, and I don’t love it.
So when I walked in the door, I instinctively put my foot by the door to keep Thomàs from trying to greet me outside on the porch only to realize that he wasn’t there mewing his nightly “welcome home.”
I got online and said to LB, “Our house is so empty! I miss you both already!!”
Now, I’m not a gushy “miss you, love you” type of gal. But the closer it gets to LB living up here, it almost gets harder that he’s not here. So close, yet so far away. And now no kitty for snuggles??? I mean, what’s a girl to do???
Thankfully, I quickly (very delayed) got a sweet (confusing?) response from LB: “For sure”
Really? For sure what? The house is “for sure” empty? Or I obviously would miss you both? Were you even trying to say that to me or did some wires get crossed???
The most probable answer: That kid is so distracted watching the NBA finals he has no idea what he’s saying right now, haha!
So I’ll enjoy this time – remind myself what a little shit that cat can be sometimes – and eat dinner without him trying to share/snuggle/play/get his head scratched. That baby LOVES his attention. I just have to trust his Daddy to give it to him…and go easy on the brews….
How we should be snuggling right about now…