When my bags are empty, there's a mountain of dirty clothes to start on, and then it's time to start de-cattifying the place: removing all the towels and plastic sheets we put down in case anyone decides to protest our absence, and removing any kitten-sized tumbleweeds of fur drifting around. Then there's the mail to go through, and then I've got to face all the mess that results from both packing and unpacking. I have to unbury and reorganize my silver and jewelry. Even after all that, the apartment is in chaos for at least a day or two after we return. It needs scrubbing, vacuuming, and dusting.
When it all gets to be too much, it's time to head out for milk, bananas, bread — and maybe a burrito for dinner.
But it's wonderful to sleep in our own bed again, on an excellent mattress with a perfect pillow.
The cats were happy to have us home, even though their sitter leaves out about three times more food for them than we do. Mr. Possum has been demanding extra attention, grooming, and conversation.
Possum is relieved we're home because
his fellow cats are not sufficiently intellectual.