I went to the mountains with my mom over the weekend, just a short vacation. My sister and BIL are camping right now so we had to make plans for the dog (Jake) and for Holland while we were gone. My little brother ended up taking Jake to his place after work Friday and returned him yesterday afternoon. I had him open up the basement door while Jake was gone so that Holland could have the run of the house and not be downstairs by herself for 3 days.
I made a comment before we left about having my brother come by on Saturday to check in on Holland and scoop her litterbox, and my mom just said "Oh for crying out loud, she'll survive for 3 days. That's why people get cats!"
I understand that my mom is not a cat person, but I didn't get a cat so that it would be "easy" to go on vacation!!
I missed my little girl so much this weekend...
She was so extra cuddly last night, and it just about killed me to get up and go to work this morning. The good news is I found an apartment and we are going to be moving out in a few weeks!!!
I can't wait to get Holland out of that basement. And, it's only 5 minutes away from work (right now I commute 45 minutes to an hour each way, depending on traffic). I am SO excited!
I made a comment before we left about having my brother come by on Saturday to check in on Holland and scoop her litterbox, and my mom just said "Oh for crying out loud, she'll survive for 3 days. That's why people get cats!"
I missed my little girl so much this weekend...