The Cats are outside and for the moment there's some peace and quiet. Well, not entirely quiet, the rock tumblers are swishing like a washing machine on full, but it's as quiet as it's been.
Pumpkin has chased a squirrel up a tree and is patiently waiting for it to come down, wondering stupidly why the squirrel doesn't want to play, the squirrel chiding him from a branch just above his head.
He's a nightmare. At night, surreptitiously slipping into my bedroom, checking to make sure the other cat is nowhere near, then leaping upon my bed. He's gotten it so he can usually get up in 1 jump now. And he starts the headbutting for attention, so you reach out to pet him and he begins to sprawl this way and that, offering better opportunities to pet him, he's so obviously, unashamedly happy, ecstatic even, licking your hand, your face, worse than a dog until you turn away in disgust and he crawls over you and wants to start again, "Isn't this the best?" he's thinking, "Just you and me and you can pet me as much as you want....". 2 weeks until they're back and they can rescue me from their pet. It's a question of dispositions, mine prefers the restrained affections of my cat, the civilized petting and a scratch under the chin, not the slavering, undying love of a half-witted eunuch. In the morning I catch him half in the litter box, only his back half, he won't all fit, more jumbo turds, the other cat, my cat, didn't in a week fill the litter box as full as he can in a single morning.
He's come back inside. Chasing the squirrel has tired him out, probably it's time for some cat food (because there's no way he'll ever catch a meal for himself...), maybe I want to pet him and he'll just check on that before having another giant turd.....
2 weeks.