Mom isn’t much of a traveler. I think it’s because she really likes to stay home with me and misses me too much when she goes away – which I can totally understand, of course, since being with me is just the best. She used to go away a couple of times a year, but all that changed last April, when my sister Buckley got sick. Mom was really upset about it. Buckley had to take a lot of medications, and the vet said that her heart was bad. Buckley was a bit of a pistol when it came to taking pills, and I think Mom was worried that our cat sitter wouldn’t be able to give Buckley her pills. I also think she didn’t want to leave Buckley, not knowing how much time the three of us would have left together. We were such a team, it was hard to imagine we wouldn’t always be a threesome. You’ll soon be able to read more about all of that in Buckley’s Story. Anyway, after Buckley died, Mom was sad for a long time. I did my best to comfort her, and I know she didn’t feel like being away from me.
But last weekend, she went away, just for the weekend. My cat sitter came twice a day to take care of me. She’s one of my favorite people. She doesn’t just come to feed me (which is the most important part of her visit, don’t get me wrong!) and clean out my litter box (also very important, I’m a very clean cat). She brushes me, and plays with me, and we watch tv together. She’s really sweet, and I love her. In between her visits, I mostly sleep. I miss Mom while she’s gone, but I guess I understand that she needs to get away from everything every once in a while (well, not really, but I love her and if it’s what she wants to do, I’m okay with it). She doesn’t do it much, so it’s fine.
It did make me think about how many cats are left alone when their moms and dads have to travel, especially over the summer, when humans do something they call going on vacation. I don’t understand why you’d need a vacation when every day is just so wonderful that it makes no sense to me that you would want to get away from everything, but then, humans are hard to understand sometimes. For cats, every day is a vacation day. We get to sleep in, we have a servant at our beck and call all day long, our meals are served to us, we get to play when we feel like it. Makes you wonder who the smart ones really are, doesn’t it?
I hope all the cats and their humans are having a great summer!
I understand what you mean, Amber. I think I want to get away, and then realize that sometimes it’s just not fun without my furry gang. Sigh…