We fly the coop; no one blinks
When the suitcases come out, Soho retreats to the closet and our guilt index goes up, up, up. How could we abandon our pets like this?
So before we left for our latest NYC visit, we amassed a novel’s worth of care and feeding instructions for all the animals. Our friends Pamela and Kirk are virtually godparents to all our critters, but they had never been charged with the day-to-day tasks of keeping two dogs, four cats and six chickens (Birdie is on holiday at PG’s – thank you, thank you!) sated and happy at all times. When they volunteered to house-sit, we said “Are you sure???”
We wrung our hands a bit. When you’re writing notes that say “Don’t forget Dodger and Cody’s Prozac” and “the chickens do like to be tucked in at night”, it gives cause for pause. Who lives like this?
Well, for the moment, THEY do! While we’ve been frolicking in the big city, I’ve received a number of reassuring messages that indicate all is well back on the farm. And Soho is most definitely not moping in the closet.
In fact, not only are all critters happy and accounted for, they have completely forgotten us. Here is a photo of some of the defectors lining up to greet Kirk as he comes home from work:
Oh, and did I mention that up until last week, Kirk was not a cat lover?
I’ll fill you all in with a NYC update as soon as I come to grips with the fact that man’s best friends are as fickle as they come!