Kitty Play Date

As promised, Elder Son brought his cat along when he came home to do laundry this weekend.

His cat headed straight for the litter box and pooped in it.

Then she made a beeline for the food dish and told me it was empty. (It was not.)

She then strolled casually around the house, silently judging the changes that have happened since she'd last been here.

The whole while, Cat 3.0 followed her. Giving her side eye the way a toddler watches another kid touching his toys.

They played some. Chased each other around some. Wrestled some. Lounged in windows watching critters some.

Eventually, they each curled up and napped in their favorite spots.

They packed a lot into a couple of hours.

When Elder Son was ready to leave, he held out the cat carrier, and she hopped right in. No fuss, no muss.

Cat 3.0 watched them leave and spent the rest of the day following me and The Husband around. Asking for scritches. Rolling over, exposing his belly. Purring loudly. Much like he did when we brought him home from the shelter.

So content. So happy.

So grateful?

He does not appear to miss his feline companion.