Hell hath no greater fury no than a kitten scorned. Or is that no greater furry? The Big Cat has returned to the Cat House after a 3 day period of absence and the boys are not impressed. I thought they'd be over-joyed to see their fur-less leader, but no. They are furious with me. They express their anger by staring in another direction. Silent protest. What the hell, it worked for Gandhi. I look at them and call. And they simply gaze off in the opposite direction, as if to say, "Is that a voice I hear? No, it's just the guy who leaves us all alone for days on end!"It puts a lump in my throat.
The fur-faces have abandonment issues. Can't say I blame them. Our relationship is one built on mutual trust - they trust me to feed, water and care for them. And I trust them not to climb the sheers and to faithfully use the litter box even in the absence of Big Cat supervision.I will have to buy back their affection with some smoked salmon tonight from Relish. And heartfelt apologies, too. But mainly smoked salmon. xxx dad
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