On Friday afternoon I watched my husband get into a taxi with a rather large suitcase and head off to the airport. Since then I have spent my time trying to placate the cats for the terrible injustice I have inflicted on them. I haven’t hoovered as much as I would usually, there has been lots of sneaky time in the bedroom and I’m spending as much time as possible in the evenings on the sofa with an available lap.
Yet despite all this Monte still seems to be hunting for Mr L around the house. He’s checked under the bed, in the cupboard under the stairs and even behind the shower curtain. He’s yet to be found and as a result, despite all my efforts of appeasement I have been subjected to late night whining, a generally shunning and at one point they even went out and got take away (which was very much still alive) in order to demonstrate how unimpressed they are.
Mr L isn’t back until Sunday. It’s going to be a very long week indeed.
LOVE that picture of Monte. It’s a stunner! Hope they settle down as the week goes by!