I had to go to Iowa last weekend on business. Generally, I like to bring the suitcase out at least 24 hours in advance so the girls know I'm going to be leaving them. As it was an overnight, I didn't do that this time. I pulled the overnight bag out and dropped it on the bed, then took a shower. When I finished and came back into the bedroom, she was there.
It's such an emotional tug when I have to leave. I know the girls are in exceptional hands with Pam checking in on them. Yet, they are such a part of my life that I struggle with going places. Perhaps that's as it should be. If I was quite cavalier in leaving them, I probably shouldn't have cats.
Beverage: hot cocoa