Wanted to share—sorry if I bore you. When we were gone for 17 days my wife’s 83 year old dad came by to feed our cat, a cat that is like Velcro while we are home and demands constant attention. When we returned we found a diary of sorts scribbled on a napkin about each day’s visit.
10/16 W All OK
10/17 TH Top off litter box
10/18 F No poop
10/19 S Poop ok – swiped at me
10/20 Su Met me at the door – hissed
10/21 M No poop – more hisses
10/22 T Sam misses you!
10/23 W Something strange on the living room floor – half poop, half chewed leaf
10/24 Th Late today 6:30, Sam forgave me—Blame your daughter
10/25 F All is right with the world!
10/26 S All OK
10/27 Su Windy – Sam is feisty
10/28 M All OK
10/29 T Sam and I are learning to box!
10/30 W Two spots on the floor – cleaned up nicely
10/31 Th Tomorrow!! Hoo Hee! Your mother misses you!
Some things are priceless! There is, after all, no place like home.