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Changing the facts
So I’m going to be away overnight. Probably won’t be home til about 9 tomorrow.
Cat feeding neighbour is suddenly unable to cover cat feeding duties and I haven’t the time or the energy to ring round everyone I know to get alternative help. So, I’m going to leave Cat unattended overnight.
I‘ve been meaning to do this at some point anyway. All the cats I’ve lived with in the past have had this initiation rite. It’s a just-in-case thing. I need to know it can be done if it becomes necessary.
He’ll have plenty of food and water. He’s sleeping most of the day at the moment anyway. He’s already quite accustomed to irregular rock and roll hours. When I’m away and someone pops in to feed him, he’ll often be out himself and won’t see them. Weather is cool enough for the food not to go off.
I’m sure he’ll be fine although he may wonder where all the humans have gone.
I arrived home at 9:00 last night. Cat was fine. He hadn’t finished all the food I’d left out but I fed him some fresh food anyway, which he then didn’t finish. So clearly he hadn’t been hungry.
He came to keep me company as I unloaded the car and then went about his business, checking his boundaries, for about half an hour. Then he made sure to keep me within sight as I unpacked and got ready for bed. When I was tucked up, he leapt onto the bed and started playing like a kitten, rolling about and catching his tail, attacking the blanket, hunting for toe-mice. It seemed like he was expressing pure delight. I took it as a compliment, happiness to have me home. The rest of the night I’d wake from time to time to find him purring close to my head, resting his chin on my wrist where he can feel my pulse, all the things he does to be affectionate.
He really is so sweet natured. No crossness, no humph -ing, no demands for treats, just glad to have me back.