This is obvious of course but I was thinking particularly about travel. On our recent trip to the Oregon Coast we saw many happy dogs with their owners, around town and especially walking, running and cavorting about on the beach. I saw no cats doing the same. Apparently they were all left behind as were mine.
Tiger the gentle giant.
Benji the spunky upstart.
Aren’t they cute? Yes they are but they like to be cute at home, in their own territory, not in a moving vehicle, or a box, and especially not on a leash. Tiger and Benji not only prefer home, but they prefer home with the in and out privileges to which they are accustomed. And so it was, that earlier in the week, this exchange occurred (in word or in deed), shortly before our planned departure.
Benji: “Please, please let me go out, if not I shall run around like a crazy cat and terrorize Tiger.”
Tiger: “Please, please, let me go out, if not I shall be tormented by the crazy youngster.”
Me: “You boys will be fine inside. We’re leaving plenty of food. Canned for starters and all the dry you can eat. Fresh water, at multiple locations. You’ll have the run of the place. You may even jump on the counters while we’re gone (though I don’t recommend it) but who would know? You can sleep all hours of the day wherever you choose. Make all the noise you want. You’ll have great fun, I promise. And it’s only three days. So sorry, I can’t let you out this morning.”
Benji: “Please, please, Sue, I can’t control myself! You must let me out!”
Me: “Settle down you wild thing. Tiger’s looking scared.”
We continue our packing as Tiger disappears to a safe place and Benji finally gives up, resigned to his fate. Smart boy, that Benji. I pet him one last time, brush his soft, soft fur, and tell him we won’t be gone long.
And yes, I miss them.