Retreat

Full disclosure time. Horrible cat has been sick the past week. I couldn't possibly post about how awful he is, while he could be at death's door. To clarify -- he's not. He's fine. He had a couple digestive issues from eating a piece of bone (possibly glass) in the alley where he roams. It took the vet a while to figure it out though, so I spent 3 days without him around the house while he was at the vet hospital, which I think was actually bit of a retreat for him. Let me tell ya, it was nice.

Granted, I was racked with guilt for feeling so good about his disappearance,and obviously wouldn't want him to permanently disappear from the earth... but it was nice to wake up to an alarm clock, instead of a cat. I also enjoyed walking down the stairs without the fear of tripping over him as a walked down every step. I did my yoga with no interruption. Showers home alone where even less scary. (H-Cat has a trick of pounding on the door when I'm in the shower that makes it sound like some one is breaking in and i get scared -- Every. Single. Time.)

So when he came back, I vowed more patience. I vowed more kindness. Most importantly, I have vowed not to let my roommate know how much I enjoyed his absence.

Theoretically he's on meds. I say theoretically because we're crushing the pills up and putting them on top of his food and assuming that he's eating them, not around them. I'm inclined to believe he's ingesting them though because he's got a serious case of crazy eyes.