Everyone, including the vet, seems to have survived and perhaps thrived as a result of our vacation time away.  I arrived to a reconfiguration in the boarding area — they’d wheeled out a small two-cage condo to accompany the regular two four-cage condos (My 8 weren’t the only boarders.)  Natasha danced in her cage when she saw me walk in the door and was purring loudly when I took her out of the page and placed her in her carrier.  Ajax paced.  Everyone else looked at me like I’d abused them horribly.  Well, except for the remaining boarder, who seemed to be expressing relief at having the place to himself.

I picked them up on Wednesday, and Natasha, Lady, and Tarzan haven’t been far from my side since arriving back home.  Ajax just came up for a hug a few minutes ago (it takes him a few days to forgive me).  The Bengal girls and Floyd have all been available.  Even Rossie came down for food twice last night.  I flipped the light on in the den before going to bed and caught her (much to her dismay) not sitting in the window sill where she usually is.

Sneaky was nowhere to be found throughout the afternoon when I got home (she usually isn’t responsive to me during the heat of the day).  I was mildly concerned but not formally worried yet.  Mr. L suggested I turn the side porch light on for her as a signal that we were home.  I have no idea if this worked or not, but by nine o’clock that evening, Sneaky was on her doghouse, peering in the parlor window begging for attention, so she got some.

It’s good to be back with the little monsters again.  I missed them.