Late last night, I drove my teens and their Mom to the airport for their vacation trip east, visiting their surviving grandparents. They are back there for 12 days, while I stay here and take care of their cats, Ghoasty and Pumpkin. This is the first time I have done this since soon after I moved into this apartment back in the summer of 2003.
Time never stops, of course.
But there are so many differences between then and now. Then they were young children, dealing with a sudden and painful divorce. Then, these cats were kittens. Then, I had a new girlfriend who wanted to "take care of me." Ghoasty ran away and we feared she was lost. After, I don't know, ten days, she came back, skinny and hurt, but alive.
Dylan and Julia brought both cats over mid-day Sunday and stayed here until we left for SFO last night. They tried to get them to be comfortable in this new environment. It was tough, lots of protests, squeals, and sleepness nights for the three of us. Now it is my job to make sure my kids can happily return to their main home on Saturday the 26th with their pets alive and healthy.
But I admit this is stressful -- I do not know much about how to take care of (non-human) animals. Thus last year's horrible disaster with Biggie.
But I am determined to do better. So I have been carefully following Julia's instructions about how to care for these cats. They are old cats, sort of like me. They clearly like to eat.
That is all I have figured out so far. Please root for me to be successful. But I do wish I has a partner here to help with this.
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