22 May

We have been away on our travels again. Our pets have once again been looked after by friends.

Poppy has been staying at a house just a few hundred yards from our own and as usual she has been thoroughly spoiled with lots of lovely trips out in the car and long walks through woods and fields.


Holidays are nice but it’s good to be home.

The cats have been looked after at our home but at the approach of our returning car they rushed to greet us in a chorus of ecstatic purring.

That is the wonderful thing about pets. There is no sulking and recriminations of the You’ve been away for ages – how could you leave us alone so long? variety. They are just overjoyed to see us.


Now all is well with their world. Instead of the just twice a day feeding regime, normal 24 hour service has been restored; there is fresh milk and chicken and tuna, and most importantly the supply of Dreamies has been reinstated!

Jaffa who is the most shy and wary (he apparently ran off and hid whenever our friend arrived to feed them), has been following me around like a sheep. Every time I sit down he is on my lap rubbing his face up against my chin and cheek or licking my hands.


                          I feel safe now

Zanzi winds herself round and round our legs in one long purrathon, although she was not too proud to do this in our absence for anyone else who might be available to give her a cuddle or something scrummy to munch on.


Come on, get those Dreamies out!

Even Treacle has been showing us more affection than usual. She has been letting us pick her up and purrs with appreciation as we stroke her head and rub her ears. No tummy rubbing though, however inviting it looks.  That would be a step too far – definitely not to be tolerated!


In a few days, once the staus quo has been re-established, they’ll probably be ignoring us again while they pursue a life of exploring, climbing trees and chasing the local wildlife.

2 Responses to “Homecoming”

  1. carolynswriting at 4:50 am #

    Ginger boys are the biggest sooks, aren’t they? Our Hermie who looks so much like your boy (except with a middle-aged gentleman’s belly) is devastated when we go away, but he’ll suck up to whoever’s feeding him 😉

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    • poppychat at 9:16 pm #

      Sensible boy! Jaffa hid in the house and our friend who was feeding for us didn’t see him for 3 days. I don’t know why they are so shy but all our cats bolt when we have visitors – unlike Poppy who hurtles down the drive to meet and greet all our friends.

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