I’m arranging with Jeff to look in on my cats, Chet and Min, while I’m in Vancouver for the holidays. My roommate will be around for most of the time, but I need someone to check on them on Christmas Day.
In truth, it’s not really necessary. Cats are pretty self-sufficient, and as long as there’s something to eat, mine will be fine. If my roommate went to visit his family on Christmas morning and returned the next day, the cats would be okay. I know this.
Heck, they wouldn’t even know that they’re alone on Christmas Day…it’s not like they have a concept of what a holiday is.
But I’d know. And that’s what makes it tough. I hate leaving my cats for extended periods. I’d take them to Vancouver with me, but I’m not sure who would be unhappier: the cats at having to fly, the passengers for listening to them cry, or my mom for having them in her house.
Bet you thought that last sentence was gonna rhyme all the way through. Hah. Fooled you.
So yeah. I could leave Chet and Min alone on Christmas Day. And I know what will happen. The day will go by and they won’t think anything of it, but eventually they’d begin to wonder if my roommate or I will come back. Every time there’s a noise, they’ll run to the door, and no one will come through it.
That’s how much my cats crave human interaction. That’s what makes it so hard to leave them every year.
So, when the evening rolls around and they’re wondering who will come in, bam. In comes Jeffy Claus to shower them with love and attention. Hopefully at least ten minutes of attention. More would be better. And maybe a little bit of leftover turkey. Yeah, they’d like that.