Came home to an empty house

We've been on holiday, 10 glorious days touring mainland Europe. But my, coming home to an empty house with no cats was very difficult. The house feels cold and empty. There's no lap cuddles, demands for petting and treats and accusing stares. We miss them.

Kipling would often sit on the garage waiting for one of us to get home, he thought it was a great hiding place. Also, the garage roof was a lovely sun trap. What more could King of the Mumu want?

Another favourite waiting place for Kipling was the side of the house, he'd poke his head round the corner to check out who had arrived home.



Tikki was always a more leisurely cat. Older in years and wiser with her affections. She would wait for us to come to her.

She'd often be found in one of her nests. The nests were often ones she'd made herself. Without a doubt her favourite was the Ikea bag full of odd socks. We were never sure if she was guarding us from the socks or claiming them as her own. Suffice to say that, once she's spent time in the bag, the socks needed to be washed again.



I've been getting a cute fix from Miranda's Kittens. They'll be going to their Forever Homes soon, sad to see them go but happy their new lives will be starting.  As for paws for us, there will be some soon. Very soon!