My life without Ginge won’t be the same.
Well, of course it won’t – duh. But have to admit here is another cat who stole my heart. I left the burbs yesterday and returned to my digs to wait it out for 5 days before heading off into the sunset for another house-sitting stint.
So here’s what happened when I left. Of course, Ginge knew that I was going, he’d known the night before when I had started to pack up. That’s when he disappeared. Oh, he did wind me up something bad. I called and called, went outside in the dark and looked up and down the street …. nothing.
It was then I had a flashback to when my oldest was a toddler and went missing – the absolute dread of any parent. We had the packhouse staff out looking all over the orchard. Found him – under his bed asleep!
So, Ginge wasn’t flat on the road, wasn’t around the property that I could see, he must be in the house. And it’s not the biggest house on the block, so not a lot of places to hide. Found him – behind the T.V. asleep!
The morning dawned and I began the final push towards departure time. House was clean, car was packed, check was done …. wait, better check again. All boxes ticked except for Ginge. As I came out the door I spotted him – I thought cats were discreet at where they pooped …. this is a fine example of Ginge and his attitude. I’ll let the photos tell the rest.
he was literally meowing as he was running across the road
I did eventually get into my car, taking special care as I went down
the drive looking out for him. I finally spotted him …….
And here’s the aside ….. It’s not all peachy in the burbs!
