I don’t know what went inside the mind of our little white furball when I put him in his travel backpack, along with his small black squirrel toy, and brought him outside to be carried away by a stranger to a cat-boarding house for the Christmas break.
One moment, I roused him from his deep sleep and the next, the house felt empty without him but filled with a ghost of him, with his fur stuck to every piece of cloth and furniture.
My husband and I agreed that the cat tethered us to our temporary home in the metro, and we no longer felt transient. But with the cat gone (who knows what’s running in his little brain right now), we feel like drifters again.
Our cat made us feel like a family, not simply a couple. And we kind of liked that feeling.