We're leaving for Orlando today to spend the night in a swanky Hollywood-style hotel, eat famous burgers and watch a drag show. While there is nary a bag packed, she knows. She spent last night mewing and climbing and begging to be loved, like a small child before their first day of school. She's stayed alone many nights in the years her and I have been companions. More than once when I've left her for a weekend to go camping or to see a show, I've returned to find she'd peed in my laundry, shed purposefully on my pillow, etc. So, based on her track record I'm always a little leery as to what we'll come home to.
Last time we left for a weekend, John's mom came over to spend some time with her during one afternoon, just because. I think it helped - although we did come home to so much hair on the bedspread that even washing it didn't quite rectify - it was better than what could have happened.
I'm off to fill her dishes and give her some love, in hopes that she will refrain from her absent-human behavior and spare us having to see sasquatch-level furballs on the bed when we return.
-- V
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