Homecoming

There are always conflicting feelings of coming home from a vacation. To wake in the morning listening to the waves crash on the beach, or the purrs of your felines piled all around? Maybe one day I can have both…….

We are home though, and everyone survived (me included…lol).

The house wasn’t destroyed, no one got sick, everyone ate, litter boxes were used, all was well.

It always makes me laugh when the cats react to our homecoming versus the dogs. Dogs exhibit pure undeniable joy at homecomings. Tails going, leaps, whines, mauling you with kisses, there is no denying their happiness. Cats, they have to over think the process…..big surprise.

Bayou actually acts more like a dog then anyone else. Once he realizes it is us and not his ‘pet sitter’ who walked in the door, he rushes over, starts his meowing routine, and follows us around like a puppy dog for the next few hours.

Dexter, when he comes out of his cage he runs and checks all the food bowls around the house first (his priorities are quite obvious). Then he tentatively checks us out to make sure we are not bogey men, and then he finally decides that he wants some head rubs after a few minutes.

I don’t like that he has to stay in a cage while we are gone, but it sure is nice to come home from a vacation to a house that doesn’t smell like a litter box. Always a plus, and better then going to a kennel.

When he wasn’t getting head rubs, he was mauling his two favorite toys………….at the same time.

Cosmo is the eternal Princess. When we come home there are no two ways about it, the Princess is pi**ed. She grumbles at us, she grumbles at the other cats, and she dashes off to stew on the injustice for a couple hours in a far away room. She will return eventually, and the gremlin will have been replaced with a beast who just wants to cuddle on your lap everywhere you go. The princess just needs some space now and again.

When I arrived I was most concerned to see how Asia handled her first ‘vacation’ home alone. At first she wanted to know who were these strange people coming in with lots of luggage. Then she woke up, realized it was us, and rather then get pets and loves like Bayou, she expressed her happiness by zooming around the house like a wild banshee. She was puffy, meowing, and so excited she didn’t know what to do. She would run up to me, meow, and zoom off again. Most adorable, and I am glad she was no worse for wear.

Everyone piled in the bed with us that night, purring and getting as close as they could. Well, except Cosmo, who decided her grudge against the other felines in the house should last at least 24 hours, so she slept on the far corner with dad instead of mom.

All is well at the Pet Meadow, now we just need to figure out how to move the whole lot to a beachside villa!

Off to clean sand out of every crevice of my camera equipment.