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28 September 2009 @ 05:12 pm
Don and I got home from MDRF at about 10:15 last night. This weekend was the first time we've been away for more than a day without kenneling Handsome Tom, so we were heartened to see all four kitties - whole, unbloodied, and not visibly distressed - waiting for us (and our v. useful thumbs) in the kitchen.

Before we unpacked the car, we gave the cats fresh water and food. Now, Tom eats in the bedroom while the others eat in the kitchen. Given his boisterous tomcat-that's-still-a-kitten energy, you'd this was because he bullied the others out of their food. Quite the contrary: the only time he's not remotely aggressive is when it comes to feeding time. The girls (event the wussy older girls) push him away from his dish. They get tubby, he goes hungry. Lose-lose.

Anyway, we fed the voracious critters and set to unpacking the car. Fifteen minutes later, we scooted into the bedroom with bits of costume and luggage. There was Tom, sitting on the chest at the foot of the bed, food utterly untouched. He meowed, purred, butted his head against Don's hand, then turned to me for skritches. This went on for about ten minutes before he finally went to his dish and began eating. "Wow," said my sweetie, "I think Tom has abandonment issues." Which sounds funny, but, when I think about his life - or at least what I can suss out about it - makes sense. The remainder of the evening, he bounced between Super Snuggle Spooning Cat and Hyperactive Racing Kittybeast. Today, he's barely left my side.

He may occasionally be a pain in the ass, but I'm glad he found us.
Zoë Tzoethor on September 28th, 2009 10:36 pm (UTC)
Our cats are often like that when we get home from being away for long-ish periods. Ysa, in particular, will glue herself to me as though she was utterly convinced I was Never Coming Home Again. It's adorably sad.
Kel: kitty (v. intent)ladyjoust on September 28th, 2009 10:45 pm (UTC)
It's adorably sad.

Exactly so. I wish so very much I could make him understand that I would never leave him forever...

By the bye, I was thinking about you this weekend. Haven't seen much activity online, and was hoping that you're well. *smooch*
kitmfkitmf on September 29th, 2009 01:03 am (UTC)
I understand. Larry needs absolutely at least once a day to sit on my chest and tuck his head under my chin. He just can't bear it if denied the opportunity to tell me he loves me. The one time I left him for a couple of weeks, he was overcome with joy at my return.
Kel: Kitten!Tenladyjoust on October 2nd, 2009 12:11 am (UTC)
There's something truly lovely about a kitty deciding you're the best thing to ever come into its life. Like your Larry, my Esme sits on my lap and tucks her head up under her chin, purring with all of her might. Every time she does, I think again how glad I am to have her.