We, the official members of the Feline Oligarchy, have been fantasizing about writing this post since shortly after midnight on June 23, 2006.
That is when our OtherHuman and HumanGyrrl returned home from their cross-country trip with the two felines from next door:
Patch and Quito.
Patch and Quito moved IN ("just" until their humans came home) and, for the most part, we all moved OUT.
Out to our porch anyway. Quito so dominated the house, we couldn't continue in our regular life. BUT he never figured out how to use the cat door. The porch was OURS.
For the first time in the history of the Oligarchy, THREE of us could be in the same climber at the same time.
(Ok, so our Human had to put a rug over the hole on top of the center tube so no one could stick a foot in and bother Alberta, but she gets upset way too easily.)
We sat together and chanted poignant quotations we had memorized:
Hospitality is making your guests feel at home, even if you wish they were. ~Author Unknown
Fish and visitors smell in three days. ~Benjamin Franklin
Visits always give pleasure - if not the arrival, the departure. ~Portuguese Proverb
Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.
Author: William Shakespeare
If you are a host to your guest, be a host to his dog also. ~Russian Proverb
(The last one reminded us that no matter how miserable we were, that we could have it worse.)
We kept waiting for the neighbors to COME home so these invading felines could GO home. This Quito cat had stepped on every last nerve anyone had.
Saturday afternoon. The doorbell rings. Although we haven't seen them since they left last July we recognize the next-door-neighbor woman and her two girls.
They see Patch and Quito and they are so excited. The youngest one takes Quito and holds him and rocks him back and forth. And he let her.
Here she waits for her dad to come carry him home. Good-bye Quito.
This fellow feline we all thought was such a complete jerk brought so much love and joy to his people it was touching. It made us proud to be a small part of helping this family move across country, not once, but twice. It put all our torment and suffering into perspective.
(But we're still glad he's gone.)
Good-bye Patch. (You can come back and visit)
The "guests" have left. Our humans are actually sad.
But, we have survived.
We have our nip box back.
There is fresh nip.
Life is good.
Alberta, Sky, Blackie and Charlie