All parents wish for their children to be popular and have lots of friends. Sometimes, however, those same parents regret having hoped for this. That was the case Tuesday, when we finally arrived home from our trip to Reno. Because when the kits invited you all to pawty, it’s obvious you took it to heart and showed up in full trashing mode.
I think I’ve discovered and cleaned up all the hacked up fur balls and other piles of throw-up. I’ve picked up all the stuffed animal mascots from the hall floor and replaced the quilts pulled to the bedroom floor for nesting and napping. The rest I am leaving for Chris, who will be here today. She always accuses me of cleaning prior to her arrival. Trust me, I do not! And I don’t think I’ll hear that accusation today. If we still have rugs on the floor, I can’t find them through all the fur.
While I was on puke patrol, Tom immediately headed for the bird feeders, filling them to capacity, so bird and squirrel TV could recommence.
So Spitty, rather than complaining about not getting the invitation to trash until it was time to clean up…you should have come on over. We arrived home 15 1/2 hours after our scheduled time. Our flight from Charlotte Monday night was cancelled due to a mechanical problem and US Airways put us up for the night. We were pleased for once not to be booked on the first flight out in the morning so we could actually get some sleep. Again, one should be careful with those wishes.
Anticipating trouble prior to leaving Reno, I had packed extra underwear in my carryon. And while at the Reno airport, Tom had purchased me a jacket and dress, so I had clean clothes to wear home. Some would say that I had jinxed our arriving home as scheduled, but I think I’ll blame the airline and the weather!
We arrived at the airport Tuesday morning and found that the early flight had taken off and arrived in Roanoke as scheduled giving us hope for our flight. We boarded and flew to Roanoke only to be put in a holding pattern due to bad weather. After circling for about half an hour, we were flown back to Charlotte.
Being experienced flyers, Tom was on the phone the minute the wheels hit the tarmac and snagged the last two seats (in the last row…ugh!) on the next flight out with hopes the weather would clear. The second time was the charm. When we got to Roanoke, the arrivals board showed the flight following ours was already delayed by two hours. Dodged a bullet by grabbing those two seats. By the time that next flight did arrive it was four hours late.
sharks kitties (except Fiona and Giulietta) were swarming in the foyer when we opened the front door. Maggie reported that they were all less than pleased when she arrived Tuesday morning after promising on Monday that we’d be home that night. So it was obvious they were anxious to see if it was actually us returning or yet another Maggie visit.
Misty May and Lily Olivia didn’t even stop for a quick inspection of us or the luggage before sprinting outside. I nearly had to tackle Mauricio, however, to keep him inside when I noticed he was naked. He headed for the catio but without his collar and its attached electronic disc, he couldn’t get out the cat door either. So we had to listen to him bellyache until I found his collar beneath the dining room table. We suspect it was removed by Calista during a rasslin’ match.
It started raining again quite hard so efurrybuddy was back inside the house after just a couple of hours. Lily Olivia would not stop caterwauling and begging to return outside even though the rain was torrential. She was not granted her request. She settled for a while, but by bedtime she was cranked back up to full-throated meyowling.
The remainder were bursting with pent-up energy causing us to think they napped and let all their friends do the trashing. That wouldn’t surprise us as these
bums sweet, adorable kitties, who we missed every moment we were away, can be very lazy. Any of you who want to tattle on them are more than welcome to do so.
I’m quite sure we’ll be paying for our transgressions for many days to come. Some things, though, have already returned to normal. When I entered the bathroom this evening, I was followed by five cats.
Amazing how little time it actually takes for the kitties to trash the place! Now you know why my husband and I have not been on a REAL vacation in quite a few years. We don’t dare. Love the part about the “kitty TV” via the bird feeders. We have that here and it is quite popular amongst the fur crowd.
Just read your bio about having a Westie. Believe it or not I think it would work, although dogs certainly do require a different kind of effort than cats (i.e. no litter box). My group of (currently) 7 cats and my cairn terrier live well together, although I will admit that most of the cats came after the dog. Still, it works!! Sometime I need to get a photo of them all together, if that’s possible!
The cats aren’t going to let you leave ever again!!
Thanks for linking up for WW 🙂
Glad the pawty was a success especially since your parents were late getting home! We’re glad they arrived safely though and hope they lavish plenty of attention on all of you all weekend long! Have a safe and happy 4th everybuddy!
Have a kittylicious July 4th 😉
“Puke Patrol”. That made us MOL’d!
We’re glad your pawrents are home and you can have access to your catio again. 🙂
Happy Fourth, Furiends!
Travel is such an ordeal now. Glad you at least got a little extra sleep (and the kitties got a little extra trashing in)! 🙂
We enjoyed having the extra trashin’ time!
Uh, heh heh, did you find my Silvervine fishie. Heh heh. I might have left it there. Heh heh. Not that I WAS there. It was HHGutt. That was it. HHGutt, not me.
Panky: sure sound like a fun time to me, partying it up while da humans were not dere.
Troyer: dere wuz pawty? Iz wooda like to haf come. Iz tumbles and get everyfurbody to chase me an Iz chase dem back. MOL
Hehehe!!! The Staff is so very sorry, but I am rubbing my paws together with glee! All my trashing training has paid off. My work is done here 🙂
The Staff here. Sorry, Austin has a lot to answer for. His brushing privileges have been curtailed for two hours!
Wow, that is pretty darn late to get home. That was too bad. Glad to hear that all of you had such a good house trashing party. Take care.
I think air travel should be called scare travel these days!
Oh dear that is the way air travel is these days. Glad you made it home and that things were not as bad as expected!
OMC I sooooooooooooooooo needed this laugh today!!!!! THANK YOU!!!!!
You didn’t sound overly surprised with the flight delay. 😉 Glad you got to sleep in.
The pictures are cute.
frank lee it bee de naybor kittehs who came in N trashed de place coz none oh uz noez de furst thing but how de houz getted trashed…fiona…pleez say ya getted de flounder outta de a/c vent N grate werk giulietta on actin all like…sew yur home who cares… while fiona searched for flounder…we hada grate time…we meen we R glad yur food service peepulz hada grate time….~~~~~~ wee bee layin low & hidin….til after de 4th…heerez hopin everee one haza safe holiday anda grate week oh end; grill much trout !!
Great to be missed. For you guys are glad to be home too. Happy Wordy Wednesday. Lots of Golden Woofs, Sugar
Oh no… None of the Tomcat family did any type of rockin-n-barfin… Nor did we pull down any covers or duvets or… (Timmy is heard whispering: Did any of you cats go crazy over at the party? Buddy I saw you being Blue with Fiona… ok then…) do any of that there. We were too too busy checking out our new digs. We have a nice new rug to break in at our house. Rumpy and Buttons have done the honors. Meow
Glad you are home safe and looks like a fun time
Timmy Dad and Family
Oh My Gosh, they do get spoiled with all the attention when you are there, and they do have a way of letting you know they weren’t happy you were gone. Glad there was Maggie visit to help clean up after the rascals. Hope you can stop by @ Happy 4th of July & Wordless Wednesday
I’m so glad the Humans are home and things can go back to normal. Those little rascals!! What were they thinking? 🙂
My lips are sealed…..I was tempted to help with the trashing (by invitation of course!) but resisted because your crew seemed to have things well in hand (I mean paw). I’m SURE they were happy to have you home FINALLY! Humans really have such a strange concept of time. Mom is gone for 15 minutes but to me it seems like WEEKS!
Kitty Hugs, Sammy
Kids will be kids! Funny!
I absolutely loved your image of five cats following you into the bathroom ! I have long had a dream of myself going up on a gentle green hill, on the crest, profiled against a tenderly azure sky and followed by a long line of 6 or 7 cats, 4 or 5 Scottie dogs, and several chickens and ducks … one of my secret dreams… a cherished fantasy… well, now YOU know !
Well, I’m glad to hear the staff took care of the mess (as well they should) and that they’ve repaired the bird-and-squirrel TV. I am sure they brought each of you a lovely gift from their trip?? The answer to this had best be YES or they haven’t SEEN trashin’ yet. Heh heh