I was gone for most of the morning. Returned home at about 1:30. Hope either greets me at the door or I walk into my room and she is crashed on my bed. She is never anywhere else. It is like she is in only one of two states at all times:
1. WAITING FOR THAT LADY TO COME BACK
or
2. OBLIVION.
But today was different. She didn’t greet me at the door and she wasn’t on the bed. I even pulled back the covers to see if she was buried under them. Nope. Well, this cannot stand.
I said, “Hope?”
Glanced around and then saw that she had set up shop in my duffel bag lying in a spot of sunlight on the floor.
I think it’s perhaps the cutest thing I have ever seen. She was looking up at me (let me anthropomorphize) as though thinking, “Is it okay that I’m here? I know it’s a change, I know I’m switching it up a bit … is it okay?”
I think it means she doesn’t want to see you packing anymore! “Maybe if I hide in the bag, she’ll have to take me with her!”
Hey, I hadn’t thought of that!
Our cats tend to try to pack themselves before and after our trips too.
I have been gone so much in the last few months and she has spent so much time being trekked in between my apartment and Kerry’s apartment (thank you, Kerry!) – that she probably has some residual memory of all of that. Bags? LADY GOING AWAY.
I love that friggin’ cat!!!
You will meet her soon when you come down to stalk Beans!
Love it!!!
I’ve already started the research for the Beans field trip!
I have tons of pics of my cats in various bags. Seems every cat I’ve ever owned just loved to climb into bags and chill out. I kind of like the idea that she wants you to pack her up and take her with you.
On an almost completely unrelated note:
Last night, my neighbor dropped by. She was carrying a Pomeranian. She found it wondering out near her work. It was well-groomed and one of the best-behaved dogs I’ve ever seen. This, of course, set my children on a tirade about how they want another dog. It almost became a brutal “Be quiet and go to bed!” moment. However, during the discussion/whine-fest, my wife did admit that she wouldn’t mind having a cat. So, now I gotta see if my daughter can handle being around one. It’s heartening to know that we might be able to get another cat.
As for a dog … maybe in a few years. And as for the Pomeranian, my neighbors are falling in love with it yet are attempting to find out who it belongs to. It’s too well groomed and behaved to not have an owner. But, it might have been dropped off. They’re hoping no one claims him.
Poor little Pomeranian! Hopefully he has found a new good home!
It wouldn’t surprise me a bit if Hope has now associated that bag with recent travel. My dog has learned to tie certain items(particular jackets, shotgun, etc) to a road trip, to the point that I don’t even think of packing up until I’m otherwise ready to go. If I try to pack the night before she gets excited to almost a frenzy and stays that way until we leave, even more on my heels than usual. It’s her way of saying she wants to go too I think.
Dave – so sweet!!
Heheheh. “Can’t a cat sleep in a duffel bag without someone breaking out a camera and making it a big production?”
As much as I love the Official Puppy, I have to confess – cats just get me there, you know? I want to steep her in a teapot and just drink her up.