I should know better by now than to fall for a kid ruse like that – I knew it meant something, and turns out the something is Grayson The Cat who needs to be cared for today, and today only I’m assured. Right.
Let me say up front, I am NOT a cat person. We had one cat when the kids were little and I grit my teeth having it in the house. I especially hate litter boxes but come to find out Grayson is housebroken, goes outside.
So, at 6:48 this morning, Grayson was delivered to me and I got a quick crash course in how to take care of him. I also got a hug, and a thanks, with the last words I heard being we’ll be back sometime around 7:30 tonight….or 8! 🙂
Since Grayson has been here, he’s cried the whole time, surely confused about his new surroundings and this person in whose care he is, a dog lover. We’ve been outside to see the yard, he sees where his food is, he’s been upstairs, but he hasn’t settled down yet.
Could be a long day. Meowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
UPDATE at 3:25p. This is a short clip of his meowing. Softer than the other meowing.