Our Gathering ended this morning after our last guest drove out at 5:45 - our first guest arrived last Friday at noon. This is our annual opportunity to celebrate our family, friends and their dogs but it's just too much for Charlie. We kennel him - look at his little cat condo, complete with window and sleeping platform. We take all our animals to Fantasia because our animals like them, plus it absolutely beats keeping Charlie locked up in our walk-in closet for four days. I drove in to pick him up, but where's Charlie????
I was chatting with the ladies about his carrier and food. He heard my voice, he shot out from under the cat bed where he had been snoozing and looked wildly around for my voice. I'm selfish. It was gratifying. Cats sparingly dole out their demonstrations of attachment and affection.
Unless you are The Master. I came back in the house from the front porch to get a different book. Clearly Charlie is back at home on Ian's nap.
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