As many of you know, I had been gone on vacation for a week. I've never left my cats for that long, but I knew they were in good hands with my parents. I called every other day to check on them and my mom was saying how Elly had basically moved herself in. She was playing with the other cats and the dog, using their litter boxes and generally just hanging around the house with the fam. (They had already been there for a week with me before I left.)
Punky on the other hand, stayed upstairs and never once came down. The computer is up here so my sister was around her on a daily basis to spend time with her. I just felt bad for her.
Last night when I got in, I sat down in the front room with my parents for about an hour talking to them about my trip. I stopped at the bottom of the steps when I was talking to them for some reason and that's when I heard a whole slew of "MROW!"s. Those of you who have Siamese cats know what it's like to be 'scolded' by them.
When I came up to see her she was so excited, it just really made me happy. Don't get me wrong, I love Elly as much as Punky, but Punky and I have a special bond. I don't know if it's because she was a rescue or what. Last night when I went to bed she was a giant purring fluffball, she acted the same way she did the first night when I brought her home from the shelter.
I know it's a bit of a corny post, but I thought I'd share it with people who I think understand the situation.