I got back from a month-long “three-day trip” to Texas on business. As the trip was extended again and again, I would get anxious calls from the catsitter asking when I was going to be home.
When I finally returned, Kirby (pictured in my avatar) rushed out to greet me. While normally a silent cat, he meowed for fifteen solid minutes telling me how glad he was to see me, about all that had happened while I was gone and how Johnny Depp never listened to him, even though I had left Kirby in charge.
Kirby and I both looked for thirty minutes before Johnny Depp came out from under the house and sauntered over in a disinterested way.
“It’s me. Johnny. Good to see you, big guy.”
“Huh. If it were really you, you’d know where the food is.”
“Oh, yes, of course. C’mon in.”
It was a couple of hours before he forgive me officially and the three of us went on a walk through the neighborhood together.
November 22, 2021