Sometimes I wonder about that. Whenever I have to stay at my mom's overnight, first thing I do after dinner is call hubby to make sure the cats got their evening meal, that their litterboxes have been scooped, and that everyone is fine. By everyone, I mean felines. Humans, well, I figure I'd hear otherwise if they were hurt in any way. Mom laughs at me because she says I worry about them more than my husband and kids. Do I?

This summer, hubby wanted to go away for a few days in the worst way. I came up with a thousand excuses NOT to go... but really it was because if we went away, who was going to care for the cats? And Angel was REALLY sick at the time, so who was going to double check on her? I love these cats more than I want to get away! Yes, I'd love to be able to skip town for the weekend, but I don't want to because in the back of my brain all weekend, I'll be thinking of the cats and wondering if they are ok. Of course they are JUST FINE... chances are they'd sleep all day and night, and they have each other to keep company, and I have a hundred toys... but still.... I am only truly happy when I am close to them.