Moving has been crazy. Boxes everywhere, schedules disrupted, my kitchen in utter chaos... I realized today that there was a casualty in all of them. Poor Sango, our little cat, has been forced out of her usual routine and into a very uncomfortable life.
On the one hand, every kitty-jingly-ball and catnip filled mouse has been pulled out of hiding spots. On the other hand, every kitty-jingly-ball and catnip filled mouse has been pulled out of hiding spots--- and into the hands of my overly eager toddler who wants nothing more than to be BFFs with his four-legged housemate. Several times a day you see him trotting around the house holding a catnip-laced toy in one sticky little hand while calling, "HE-AH, keeety keety KEETy, SAWnGOH?!?...." The look of sheer terror on Sango's face is epic and calls for a lot of pity. Unfortunately, I'm too busy to give her much of anything at the moment.
Tonight, out of desperation, she sat in front of me STARING. Just staring. Anytime I attempted to look away, she moved in front of me again. She put a careful paw out. She trilled questioningly. And I smacked myself in the forehead. I'd forgotten to feed her...
I suppose I owe her a good long ear scritching... and a new catnip mouse. And another kitty treat. And, more than that, I owe her a plain old apology and a day in a safe hiding spot- so she can observe her kingdom without being a part of it.