While Mom’s Away, the Cats Will Play

I worry while packing for my cruise that my cats may pine for me while I sleep alone on board the ship without benefit of Dreamy’s corpse breath in my face and Tuna snuggled atop my feet. My first Tuna always comes to mind when I travel: While unpacking at a Caribbean resort years ago, I found the toy mouse he tucked into my bag. I’m not expecting this kind of devotion from my boys. They often look upon me as the downstairs staff on Downton Abbey. Perhaps they will train Aunt Brandy to wait on them while I’m gone.

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