Last confession: The Boy and I weren’t home yet when I posted on Tuesday, either. We got home at about 9:30 p.m. after a very long day of travel.
After two and a half weeks, Kitten Thunder didn’t even consider punishing us. Obi was desperate for a belly rub. A very stressed out Oliver needed to be held. The Boy and I needed to sleep.
All night, Oliver woke me up to tell me that I’d stopped petting him. It was a long night. It was a snuggly night.
On Wednesday, the crying started. Now that Kitten Thunder has their people back they are frantic to keep them. Any time Oliver leaves me to get a snack, he starts crying for me and keeps crying until he is back in my lap.
While I was in the shower, Obi supervised. And cried. He hates the steam of the shower. I told him he could wait in the next room. He could not. He had to keep me in sight. And cry.
Then The Boy left the house. Obi cried.
Then I left the house. The Boy says Oliver cried.
Today we both left the house. Both kittens cried when I got back.
Then Oliver held me down.
For the first time in two days I am alone on the couch. Obi is on the floor. Oliver was disturbed by me reaching for the remote so he moved to the chair.
Slowly but surely we will all recover.
In the meantime, it is nice to know we were missed.
Aww, poor kittehs. I’m pretty sure they won’t remember this in a week, though.
They say they’ll never forget. Ever. Never ever. But maybe another can of food would ease the memories.