Separation Anxiety

We were so lucky to find a place to keep Mira and Chaya while we are visiting home for the holidays, our friends JP and Yasmine have graciously offered to board them along with their approximately 20 other kitties while we are gone. So yesterday morning we packed up the girls along with all of their stuff (who would have ever guessed that cats have "stuff") and headed to their temporary home away from home. Chaya HATES to travel, she meows and makes other noises that I am not even able to define all through the ride, whether we take an autorickshaw or a car, it just doesn't matter, she hates it all. So she was yowling the whole way there which makes a stressful situation for both them and me even worse. We got them to their temporary lodgings where they found that they would be sharing their room with a comparatively HUGE Persian cat for just the day. They did not regard this with much enthusiasm, in fact, they assumed the fetal position (or a close approximation of it) and tried to disappear in their baskets. Our poor babies. They stayed in their baskets for at least a few hours while I chatted with JP and Yasmine, and Chaya only ventured out after I came back to check on them. This bravery was short-live though; as soon as Chaya saw that the big Persian was following her around she jumped into Mira's basket where they again huddled together. I felt (and still feel) terrible, I hope that they have relaxed a bit by now and that they have a good time with JP and Yasmine. I know that they are in excellent hands (certainly better hands than mine and Eric's) but I still worry and miss them terribly. Last night when I got home from work I was so sad that they weren't there to run to the window to greet me with their meowing. It was nice to pack without them climbing into the suitcases and dragging our socks all over the house as they are normally famous for, but it was too quiet, too boring. I thought that maybe I would sleep more soundly without the noises that they make at night with their climbing, jumping, and general trouble-making, but my sleep was actually more disturbed by the lack of noise.


I miss my girls, but I am also excited to come home. I am sure that the girls will settle in and be fine, but I have to admit that part of me will look forward to coming back to Bangalore to collect them and bring them home where they and we belong, at least for now...