It's been a whirlwind few days. My daughter is here and my youngest son is gone. I'm very aware that my life with my adult children is now going to become a series of hello's and goodbye's.
It's the damndest thing to walk into my son's room and find it empty. Of course, the move wouldn't be a REAL family move without the usual tension and fighting. By the time we were done moving his stuff into his new apartment, David and I were barely speaking to him. Maybe that's nature's way of saying, "it's time." He took his favourite cat "Wilbur" with him, so not only am I minus one kid - I'm also minus one cat. Wilbur doesn't like the other cats, so this is a GOOD thing.
It's funny - when I announce that my daughter is coming into town, the emails and communication from my friends *STOP*. I think I've had 5 emails in 2 days!!
Yesterday, I received an email from a lady who was looking for a younger cat. She had been already thoroughly screened by another rescue (verified), but didn't drive and had heard that I was a bit of a cat yenta. She wanted to adopt a cat that needed her. Unfortunately, I couldn't make it out to the shelter, so my friend Kathleen made the trek out there to find the perfect cat for her. Kathleen and Kim chose a darling little grey tabby girl named "Kaylee" and drove her to her new home. I still find it amazing that people trust us like this, but it was a perfect match. Kaylee loved her and the feeling was mutual.
It's 10:45 am on Saturday morning and the house is quiet. My daughter and older son hit the pubs last night and are sleeping in. David and I are having a preview of our life without anyone in the house - but us - and the cats.
Blissful. Really blissful...