My sweet, summer, family reunion came to an end a few days ago. All my kids are gone, again. Sofie, her husband, their dog, and their cat, were the last to leave, in the morning. Now it's back to the normal, me and Dan at home, with our 3 cats. Even so, it was so quiet and lonely after they left, that I felt a little panicky. Today I'm adjusting. I just hate to see a sock that someone left, or a tube of left behind handcream, that will surprise me to tears. Yes, I do that, cry at the drop of a sock.
Minutes after they left the driveway, my 3 cats, Mikey, Mina and Mama Kitty convened on the back porch for a bitch session about how hacked they were that there had been a dog living here for 5 weeks, even though he'd long since given up chasing them, and gave them wide berth. One morning, in the first week, he had cornered Mina, and she had to jump over the top of him to escape, leaving a claw sheath stuck in his eyebrow. That was pretty funny, but she never forgave him.