They went back to the shelter today.
It was so strange coming home tonight, and there was no one on my bed, no one on the counter, no one running up to say hello...No one's sitting on my lap, and no one's trying to walk on my keyboard. There's no revolting gushy-food, and no litter box to clean. No one needs their face washed, and no one's crying.
Not yet anyways.
I wonder what they're thinking... If they're ok squished into that cage... If Mumma's keeping them warm...Is Pickles cramped? I know how he likes 11sies. Maybe Mumma's getting annoyed. I know she was feeling smuthered. She liked to sleep on the counter and just watch us on the bed. Are the other cats keeping them up? I hope they don't give the other cats conjunctivitis...
I'm going back to visit them again on Sunday. I hope they're alright. I hope they remember me.