Dear Friend Whose House (And Kitties) I Took Care Of While You Traveled

Welcome home, dear friend.

It seems only fair to mention a few things, seeing as how your life may be affected by one or more of the items on this list. Maybe not, but you never know...

  • Your cats are no longer on a schedule. I realize that before my arrival, their lives worked like clockwork. I tried, really I did. But on the mornings after my creativity and freelancer productivity really kicked in at 2am, it was just so, so hard to get up for the super-early-morning feedings to which they are accustomed. They didn't seem to mind, as on some of those mornings there was still food in the bowl (no doubt related to the Semi Hunger Strike they embark upon sometimes when you leave town,) but still, it seemed to throw things off a bit. I'm sorry. Really I am.
  • Ditto re. the fish. Also no longer on a feeding schedule. Only these guys? They totally didn't get the memo about the hunger strike. PS: While I am the last person you're likely to hear of ever having her own aquarium, it was really quite fascinating to watch those little dudes go to it at feeding time.
  • It's possible your neighbors may not be speaking to you, unless they happen to also Really Really Love eighties-era music. It matters not that I have access to more than 30 GB of music at all times, not to mention all the online streaming options. When I come to your house, I cannot help myself and seem compelled to play All The CD's I Once Had On Cassette Tape. Repeatedly And At Slightly Greater Volume Than Is Absolutely Necessary.
  • You came This Close to losing your favorite perfume. Truly, it started harmlessly enough. I had to hunt down the ironing board (yay, summer-weight, natural fibers,) and it seemed the most convenient thing to just set up the whole ironing situation in your fabulous bathroom. And there it sat, your array of yummy smelling bottles. I just got so curious and had to see what was inside. That one with the blue lid? It almost accidentally fell into my bag. Hopefully I didn't use too much; I think I left you some...
  • Next time you go to a neighborhood dinner party and everyone else's wine glass gets refilled but yours keeps getting overlooked, don't take it personally. They probably think they're being helpful... maybe helping you to skirt a potential issue. See, it could be that the number of wine bottles in your recycling bin was noticed to have been slightly more, er, excessive than is usual and customary. It's not that I drank every day. But I did seem to want rather more wine than usual last week. No good explanation; sometimes it just happens that way. Plus I did have a friend over that one day, who helped me drink some of it. (Better share the blame a bit, lest both our reputations be damaged.)
  • Oops on the sheets. The Ones I'm Pretty Sure I Even Forgot To Fold, Much Less Return To The Bed When They Came Out Of The Dryer. I meant to have the guest bedroom back to the pristine condition in which I found it. Scheduling that meeting in town the same day you returned was meant to keep me on track and help me plan my cleanup, packing and departure better. Yea. I'll work on that...
  • Let's talk about those kitties again. You have some seriously awesome cats. Who deserve to be played with and petted every chance possible. I'm wondering, though, if next time they wouldn't be a little more pleased by A Stranger In The House who moves much less rapidly. Like maybe somebody's great grandmother. I think I made them nervous. I'm sorry to report there was some ball-dropping on the cuddle sessions. But dude: I totally got a lesson on The Fine Art Of Hissing. Think I'm getting better at it, too...
  • Welcome home. Even though I don't typically see you every day, and though I truly am happy you had such a grand time traveling these past days, things just feel much more right now that you've returned.

PS: Your house is still The Original House Of Healing.

PPS: Way to go on that upstairs bathtub! Has There Ever Been A Better Place To Spend A Leisurely Morning??? I think not...