Last year, I took a trip to the Outer Banks in North Carolina and was away for the better part of 12 days. It was the longest time I had ever been away from Buddy, and it was the first time he was truly left home alone. (A friend of mine came by daily to feed him, clean his litterbox and play with him. She also took photos and texted them to me, which was helpful to know he was okay.)
Anyway, when I finally got home he came right up to me and started rubbing against me...and then he started shaking uncontrollably. I'd never seen anything like it before. He was shaking, then he puked...at first I was worried, but then I realized it was some sort of response to overwhelming relief and/or happiness that I was home. I can't imagine how long 12 days feels to a cat. Especially a cat who is so attached.
This week I went to my brother's house in Virginia for a long weekend, basically four days away from my little Bud. The same friend took care of him, and she's great. And this time, Bud didn't throw up (thankfully), but he spent about an hour rubbing up against me, circling around, rubbing up against me again, meowing at me, etc. I was tired from the long drive, so after getting some work done (I work from home), I got ready to take a nap.
Buddy immediately knew it was bed time, he hopped up excitedly onto the bed, and when I settled in, he draped himself over me and went to sleep. (He literally sleeps on top of me most of the time.)
It was really nice to be home and to be with Bud again, but I especially appreciate how happy he was to see me, and how excited he was that I was back. It's just another great thing about having a pet. For how close we are, and how well we're able to understand each other, one thing I regret is that I can't effectively communicate to him, "Hey, I'm leaving for a few days. But I WILL be back, don't worry!"
Anyone else have similar stories about their little ones celebrating the return of their hoomins?
Anyway, when I finally got home he came right up to me and started rubbing against me...and then he started shaking uncontrollably. I'd never seen anything like it before. He was shaking, then he puked...at first I was worried, but then I realized it was some sort of response to overwhelming relief and/or happiness that I was home. I can't imagine how long 12 days feels to a cat. Especially a cat who is so attached.
This week I went to my brother's house in Virginia for a long weekend, basically four days away from my little Bud. The same friend took care of him, and she's great. And this time, Bud didn't throw up (thankfully), but he spent about an hour rubbing up against me, circling around, rubbing up against me again, meowing at me, etc. I was tired from the long drive, so after getting some work done (I work from home), I got ready to take a nap.
Buddy immediately knew it was bed time, he hopped up excitedly onto the bed, and when I settled in, he draped himself over me and went to sleep. (He literally sleeps on top of me most of the time.)
It was really nice to be home and to be with Bud again, but I especially appreciate how happy he was to see me, and how excited he was that I was back. It's just another great thing about having a pet. For how close we are, and how well we're able to understand each other, one thing I regret is that I can't effectively communicate to him, "Hey, I'm leaving for a few days. But I WILL be back, don't worry!"
Anyone else have similar stories about their little ones celebrating the return of their hoomins?