Have I Mentioned Our Cats?

Maybe you haven’t heard about our cats. (OK, not likely!) But I don’t think I’ve mentioned them for two weeks or more. A rarity. Dudo and Moose were well taken care of while we were gone. Our neighbor, Maria Carmen, and her two daughters, Sandra and Maria Carmen, came up at least twice a day to feed the cats, give them treats, play with them, and just hang around on the terrace. The boys love them and, apparently, Dudo and the younger Maria Carmen are now best pals.

JUST HANGIN’ OUT WHILE I WRITE.

Still, the cats are very happy to have us home. They follow us around the house, plant themselves next to us or, in Dudo’s case, on our laps every chance they get. (I’ve been trying to convince Dudo that toilet time is not lap time. It isn’t going well.) When San Geraldo is in bed, Moose is stuck to him like glue. To paraphrase Groucho Marx, “If he were any closer, he’d be in the back of him.”

THE MORNING AFTER (WE RETURNED HOME).
DUDO:  “ARE YOU AWAKE???”
MOOSE: “YOU’VE GOT A FRIEND.”

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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