So I’ve been in Seattle visiting my brother Ken for about ten days now, and it’s going well. The Pacific Northwest is one of the most beautiful parts of the country, and Seattle is an incredibly green and picturesque city.
I’m house sitting and cat sitting for my brother’s friends while they’re in Europe, so I’m sharing a 2-bedroom condo with Doodle, a 10-year old male, and Lola, his 10-year old sister. They’re awesome cats, and I’m getting to know them more and more as time goes by.
Doodle is by far the more social of the two. He walks around the living room, he jumps on the kitchen counter, and most importantly he lets you know when he wants to eat.
Like, he really lets you know. Whenever it’s near mealtime, Doodle will let out a “raaaar! Raaaar!” meow-like noise, and he’ll gaze at you with his large, round, innocent green eyes. He’s great. I pet him at least a few times a day.
His sister, Lola, only has one eye. Yep, that’s right, she has one eye. But she’s also one of the most precious, beloved creatures I’ve ever met. She’s shy, like really shy. She mostly hides in the back office. So I haven’t spent that much time with her. But I did pet her for a few seconds, and it was great. She seems like a wounded, gentle, scared, but totally loving and full of love cat.
So I like her a lot.
The first three nights I was in Seattle, I stayed at Ken’s place, and he also has an awesome cat, Phoebe, an orange tabby. She remembered me from the other times I’ve stayed on Ken’s couch, so we had a great time together. I pet her, and she rammed her cheek into me and marked her territory on me. She’s a pretty shy cat in general, and she hides a lot.
But with me she’s open, and she really let me see her personality, which is full of energy, vigor and happiness. So she’s a cool cat too.
On Sunday, Ken and I went to a barbeque at his friend Deb and Sue’s, and they have three cats. The one that I hung out with the most was Damian, also an orange tabby who Deb and Sue told me didn’t usually take to strangers.
But I put out my hand, and he came right up to me and slid his cheek across my leg. He was marking his territory too.
So it’s really cool that I’ve gotten to bond with all these cats in Seattle.
But I also really, really, really, really, really miss my own cat Copper back in NYC. Because as cool as all these cats are, Copper and I have a special thing going.
It’s been only seven months since I adopted her, and she’s warmed up to me so much after being super shy in the beginning.
So I miss her.
My friend Mitch is feeding her every day, which is really cool. He lives across the street from me, and he’s doing me a huge favor. Mitch and I went to junior high school together, and he’s a good friend.
I’ve texted him a bunch of times to see how Copper’s doing, and he’s told me it’s all good. She’s eating and pooping on a regular schedule, which is great.
But she’s also been hiding under my bed whenever he comes over. Which is what I feared would happen.
Because even though she’s warmed up to me a ton, she’s still super shy whenever I have people over.
So I just hope she’s OK, and that she knows that I’m coming back.
I mean I told her I was coming back when I left. I said I’d be gone about three weeks, and that Mitch would feed her, and that he was a good guy, and that I’d see her soon.
I know she understood what I was saying, I really do. Because when I brought out my suitcase the night before I left, she freaked out and looked at me with wide eyes all night.
Copper’s been abandoned before, and the last thing I want is for her to think she’s being abandoned again.
So as great as Seattle is, it will also be great to see Copper when I get home.
I just hope she knows I’m thinking about her, and that I love her, and that I’ll see her soon.
In the meantime, I’ll enjoy my time in Seattle. When I finally do see Copper, we’ll reunite as a family.
And everything will be OK.
