This weekend I was away visiting the kids, and my husband was doing a triathlon in Washington which meant that for 36 hours our cats were without people. Here’s how it usually goes: Steve gets really ticked off and spends a few hours upon our return scolding us and acting all superior; Birch stays indoors but sometimes gets so upset that he pukes; and Ron goes about his Ron Business.
But when my husband got back Saturday night, Ron Weasley was nowhere to be found. He called and called him, but no luck. And even though he’d probably never admit this to anyone, he actually got in the car and drove around the neighborhood thinking Ron would recognize the sound of his engine and come running back.
He told me this on Sunday morning before I started my drive home and the whole way I was worrying about that damn cat. I got home and still no Ron. I called him. No Ron. I shook a food dish filled with kibble. No Ron.
We were just about to get in the car to go to dinner when Ron Weasley bounded out from behind our maple tree like he’d been there the whole time. We half-heartedly scolded him, but mostly we just snuggled him and said ridiculous things like, “This is your home! Are you too good for your home?” (Apologies to Happy Gilmore.)
He spent last evening curled up on my desk watching me paint these cats. I guess my punishment for leaving town is over.
Completed: July 12, 2010
Soundtrack: The Dresden Dolls
Beverage: Coke Zero