Dave and I aren’t the only ones who have been on vacation this summer.
The single time we boarded Moxie was for my sister’s wedding almost two years ago. We did lots of research. Found a place that specialized in cats. Paid lots of money. And Moxie just spent five nights ignoring the nice people who were trying in interact with her and not eating. When we picked her up, she was the sweetest, most affectionate and loving little house cat we had ever seen, and she spent several full days following us around the apartment crying. Exact translation, “Mommy, you left me. Mommy, it was terrible. Mommy, you left me. Mommy, it was terrible. Mommy, you left me.” Yes, we felt horrible.
With so much travel on our plates this summer, and Moxie’s clear aversion to living in a cage, we had to find an alternate solution to boarding the cat. My parents were happy to oblige, and Moxie has been living in Indiana for the last six weeks.
She’s now back in Chicago where she belongs. She has lost a bit of weight (three story house, with lots of stairs to run up and down) and she is very nice and shiny (lots of people to brush her multiple times every day, plus the raw fish someone has been sneaking her).
Welcome home cat.
Vacation was good.