Today, I am back at work after a holiday of three weeks. I enjoyed myself, had a lot of fun and slept in. The cats were able to see me much more than usual, though since they slept through most of our time together, I don’t know if my increased presence mattered all that much.
Noah was able to spend the majority of each day outside of his quarantine, which was nice for him. He continues to stalk the others, especially the girls, so I have to keep an eye on him. Tucker and he got into a tussle Saturday night, and though I dislike to see cats physically disagree, I must say that I am glad that Tucker is sticking up for himself. I don’t want him to feel that he’s on the bottom rung of the social ladder again, so if he wants to remind Noah that youth must give way to experience, I won’t chastise him for it.
Cammie doesn’t care for Noah, either, but she is handling the situation better than I thought she would. She hides a little but, for the most part, just avoids Noah. I had a friend over last week and the princess had no qualms about being petted or having someone sit next to her. She even jumped up to sit on my lap, though my friend was right beside me.
Things return to a routine today and though the perma-cats - and I - need the money work brings in, I must declare that holidays are, in fact, better.