Moving back to Europe this week meant abandoning my cats, again.
I first left them last August, then I abandoned them again while still in France. My sister had bought my car. After she drove it off, one of my cats, Killy (the calico) sat in the driveway for hours waiting for the car (and therefore me) to return.
I spent the last ten days of my Canadian visit at my parents’ place. This included lots of time with my cats, but especially lots of Killy-time. She has a more monogamous nature, while Baron is more free with his affections. The day I arrived at my parents’ in August, my mother remarked that it was the first time she’d seen Killy so happy.
I’m such a selfish man for leaving.
At least they’re with their grandparents and I can still visit them.
It makes me slightly less bad, or so I keep telling myself.