I forgot to share my cat story! We got home this morning, and Higgins was sleeping on the coffee table (several small items were on the floor) and stood and gave me a pleasantly confused look: "Oh hai. Wuz u gon?" Boris did not greet me. I took my stuff into the bedroom to start unpacking, and saw him on the floor, in the corner. He was flattened out, did not react to his name, and did not appear to be breathing. I called his name again. Nothing. Again, louder. Nothing.
I felt a strange mix of emotions at that moment - fear, sadness, irritation (what does one do with a dead cat on Sunday morning?) By this time I was slightly frantic - "BORIS! BORIS! BORIS!" I'm standing over the cat yelling down at him, bordering on hysteria.
An eye opened. "Oh hai. U call me?"
I contemplated a brunch margarita.
Then later, someone (I'm not naming names here because this isn't CSI and I didn't send a sample for analysis) peed in my suitcase while it was open on the floor.
I've settled for a really early glass of wine.