A LITTLE CAT VACATION
A pet sitter lives in our neighborhood. Though this option would be convenient, I don't know her well enough to have her watch over Ozzie. And who knows how Ozzie would feel with a stranger in the house. So, we always leave him at the kennel.
We like Keshlyn Kennel because:
- The cat rooms (or townhouses) are spacious and have windows to let in sunshine.
- The townhouses have a covered litter box, a cat condo, and toys.
- The kennel is less than five minutes away from our house.
- The staff is friendly and willing to do everything I ask such as play with him, brush his coat, and feed him dry and wet cat food.
Still, I worry about Ozzie while we're away. Is he bored? Is he nervous? Does he miss us? Is he sad? Do the barking dogs bother him? (I could go on and on with the questions.)
I rest a little easier knowing Ozzie is familiar with the kennel. He was less than a year old when we first kenneled him and by now, he knows the routine. In fact, the employees tell me Ozzie heads straight for the cat condo and settles right in.
On the day of our flight, I bring out the pet carrier. Ozzie spies it and trots away dragging his belly low to the ground, trying to make himself look small, hoping I won't see him. Sometimes, he'll hide under a bed. Poor baby, he knows what's coming. He knows he's going to leave home. I catch him and nudge him inside the carrier. No crying or squirming, he calms down immediately.
Once he's settled, I grab his tote bag that contains heaping helpings of kibbles and lots of cans of wet cat food (in a variety of flavors, of course). The bags also has his toys, his brush, and a blanket. He will have all the comforts of home.
I think about Ozzie all of the time while we're away, never knowing how he truly feels. But the owners of the kennel tell he does just fine. So, Ozzie might actually enjoy this little get away, this home away from home, this a little cat vacation. He may not be miserable at all. He could be having the time of his life. He might even be hoping to stay a bit longer. It's me who has to get over bringing him to the kennel. I'm the one who has to stop worrying. It won't be easy, but I have to get over feeling guilty about leaving my sweet pet behind.
À la prochaine!