Regular going means, we leave for the grocery store, shopping or dinner. Our return is speedy and she realizes there are extra treats or chew sticks in the deal. She's content to wait in her Zebra-striped bed (unless the cat commands it) until we are reunited and her world is, once again, secure.
Seriously going means, we pack large and small bags (I'm not saying which are mine) and leave for days and days. We must board her at these times, or leave her with family. She's fine, but the moment of separation is anything but fine. To be honest, she brings drama when we leave her at the groomer, so we try to keep it in perspective.
Yes, our Cavalier works her sad eyes (and brows) when we are leaving with bags and I always want to take her, even when it is impossible.
Crookshanks the cat?
As any cat-owner knows, he's indifferent if we go or stay, and would rather eat turnips than get into the car. No, if you offer him a choice, it's turnips all the way.
So, we leave and they wait.
Are they sad or simply plotting revenge that we've had a great trip while they had dry food and a random treat here and there? It's an unsolved mystery. I hate those. --Pam
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