Hiding Out
Usually Socks are Lucky are underfoot. But they weren’t this morning when it was time to go to the kennel. And they didn’t appear when I called them for food. This was suspicious so I looked all over the house from basement to our upstairs bathroom. Still no Socks and Lucky. The kitten was out front and happy to come in and eat. So I re-searched the house and the garage and out front, and then decided to check the backroom of the basement. Sure enough, they were at the very back of it. Lucky looked guilty and Socks mad when I found them.
I’m not surprised they knew something was up, but did they discuss this and plan ahead or did one follow the other? Or did they know that since they are both so old I’d be asked by the kennel that if the worst happened, did I want them frozen or cremated.