Every time I write my annual Gotcha Day post for Layla, I always breathe a little sigh of relief. Whew, we ended up doing a lot of cool things together this year, Layla. I hope we’re as lucky next year so I have something to blog about. I mean, let’s be honest. She’s a cat. It’s not like we’re hitting major milestones here. But somehow, I’m always able to recall an experience or behavior that’s worth sharing. (Not everybody’s this good at dreaming up new content about an old animal. The Cat Lady Force is strong with me.) Getting a photo together that’s worth a sliver of a darn is…more of challenge. Hence the one-week lateness of this post.
And nothing said “we are committed to our new lives here” louder than Sean’s entry into grad school. Not long after your seventh Gotcha Day, Layla, he started working on his MBA, which meant we got to spend many a night alone together while he was in class. I’m the last person who’d ever complain about “me” time, but it was still nice to have a chatty, kitty-friend around while I busied myself at home. Particularly during the cold, dark months of winter. And boy, were there plenty of those!
Our first winter in Boston was one for the history books. (Literally.) For nearly four months, we all watched in awe as blizzard upon blizzard upon blizzard
dropped dumped fat flakes of snow from the sky. You’ve never been particularly fond of the cold (even enduring the indignity of pet-sized sweaters over the chill of 20°F) but you somehow managed just fine. Perhaps our comfy laps, snug blankets, and warm cuddles helped. (The worst thing about summer is the lack of cuddles #truth.)
But we didn’t spend all our time together. In fact, one of my favorite cat lady moments happened when we were apart. I went on a river cruise four months ago with a number of more…mature ladies, so naturally, our conversations regularly turned to our kitties. On the second-to-last day of my trip, one of the travelers that I’d bonded with came up to me and said, “I bet you’re excited to go home tomorrow and see your cat.” She knew very well that you weren’t the only one waiting for me in Boston, Layla, but I appreciated her priorities.
You’ll be on your own again in just 2 days when we leave for Africa, but you’ll be in capable, cat-loving hands while we’re away. And if you’re really good, maybe we’ll bring home a big-cat friend for you to play with. But no matter how many cats I meet, I’ll always give you all the credit for bringing out the crazy. Happy eighth Gotcha Day, Layla.