Vacancies at the Cat Hotel

My sad and lonely spare bathroom:

 - only traces of cat prints and fluff left behind, but nothing that purrs! How hard it is walking inside and not having kitties to greet you warmly. We miss having a strict supervisor watch us through the window when we clear snow. I find myself wanting to turn and talk to them throughout the day, or I keep noticing small things out of the corner of my eye, looking as if it might be a cat.

Okay, so we can also turn over in bed more easily without disturbing a peacefully sleeping cat, and the litter box no longer needs cleaning. We no longer have to avoid strings and balls lying around on the floor. We can access our basement easily without having to shut the door religiously. But unusual sounds in the night still make us think, "what are the cats up to now?" We miss their presence SO MUCH. They seemed to flesh out our lives into something bigger - that extra bonding and affirmation of life around us was so uplifting. A cat-emptiness has enveloped our home.

When reunited with Lucy, Fluffalo (always thought to be intellectually-lackluster), amazed us by performing ALL the tricks he'd been taught and hadn't practiced in a year, when prompted to do so. Phenomenal! And so impressive.

When Peep realized who Lucy was (it took a few hours), she became the most incredibly mushy, lovey-dovey purring picture of a contented cat imaginable. She continually pushed her head up against Lucy's, and licked her forehead. Very, very sweet and endearing.

Dale took this photo of Fluffalo being forced to cuddle with us - he looks desperate to get away!

I still have stories of the two furry rascals to tell, but I'm waiting till I've recovered!

Fluffalo and Peep had to travel separately from Lucy to NZ under the care of the pet relocation company. They were in separate crates for their 10 hour flight - poor babies. But they have arrived safely in NZ, and in 10 days (after quarantine) they will be back in the arms of their slaves.