That’s what Saturdays are for in my house, generally, especially when I’ve been on the road.
I find it hilarious to see how the cats react to me getting home after a trip. Aside from the obvious first past through the kitty kingdom, filling water and food delivery systems and cleaning out the litterbox, when I finally sit down, there’s this curious little parade wherein each cat in turn jumps onto the chair making himself or herself available for scratches and cuddles. the parade, though, is an everyday affair, a kind of kitty validation exercise, as in “I will reward you for serving me by presenting myself for you to touch me”.
Bedtime, though, it when it gets crazy. Usually at bedtime I ease off into sleep by reading a bit, and again there’s the kitty parade. However, if I’ve been gone for a few days, it takes on a more insistent tenor. At one time last evening, I had four of the five on the bed with me, and then one left, then of the remaining three, one spotted herself on the bedspread between my legs anchoring me firmly, and then the other two snuggled against me, one on each side, purring loudly.
This morning is laundry catch-up, and as was the tradition with the historic “Monday is laundry day”, I put on a pot of pinto beans, onion and sausage for the day’s meal.
And then it’s a week’s worth of clothes, bed linens, etc., cycling through the laundry room, and I get to clean up the kitchen and vacuum up enough cat hair to build a couple of new cats.
And such it the life of a bachelor on Saturday morning. At least THIS one. And this evening I will go visit sweetie.








