Take A Bow For The New Revolution

I’ve been trying to acclimate back to reality. Actually, it doesn’t take that long (although the jet lag was rough). It’s the catching up after the time off that keeps me running.  I always schedule my days with overly ambitious activities in general, so after a vacation I’m doing double time.  I never really know what I’m going to come home to. There’s the typical stack of mail, bills, grocery store run, laundry, etc., etc. I’ll see your regular routine and raise you four cats. They stay in the house. I don’t board them.  I tried that once… once.  Let’s just say it didn’t go well.  So, now, they all stay in the house and I have wonderful people that will come and look after them, take in the mail, water the plants and such.  It seems the cats miss me when I go away. Or, that’s what I like to tell myself anyway.  It is probably the change in routine and relatively unfamiliar people coming in and out of the house that makes the cats act out while I’m gone.  Sometimes I’ll hear about the rug one cat may have ripped up, or made a mess on the floor, dumped their food and water bowls over in an appropriately named ‘hissy fit’.  This time, it was Clyde that was the most creative in his disapproval. Clyde is a small, five year old domestic shorthair.

Cute, right?  He weighs about ten pounds and is all muscle. This cat trashed my office in pure Keith Moon style as if it was a hotel room in the seventies.  He knocked things off shelves, papers strewn everywhere, broke a framed poster.  It has been a week and it’s still not organized.  Such a small cat, so much damage.  Boarding for the next vacation is back on the table…

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