Hello, my friends. In case you’ve forgotten me (I hope you haven’t!), my name is Carol and this is my blog. I take my responsibility to share my observations with you very seriously, and I’ve been woefully negligent. For that I apologize.
It’s just that life on Creekview Drive has been more hectic than usual. Believe me, I’ve been making observations – I’ve just failed on the sharing part.
The craziness started with all of these strangers coming to our house, tearing up my very favorite room. My moms said these humans were there to fix the sunroom and make it so I could bask in the light any time of year, but I was very skeptical!
They tore out the walls and made a big mess! Little Mom kept saying they’ll be done in a few days, then a few days turned into a few weeks, and a few weeks turned into a few months. There were lots of frustrating phone calls and some goofy man in Ray Bans came out to apologize and quote self-help books. It was all so confusing… I didn’t think they’d ever finish!!!
But they did. And it’s pretty great! I didn’t think I could ever love the sunroom more, but I do!
Not long after the workers were done, my old lady sister, Violet, became sick. Violet told me that at almost 20 years old she was just plain old tired. She stopped eating – even turned up her nose at whole cans of tuna! Who does that?! And she slept more than usual. Oh, and started to not care about hanging around those furry beasts! She even cuddled up with The General one evening on the sofa. I don’t care how old or tired I am, I’ll NEVER nap with The General!!! Gross.
Violet was sweet and brave until the very end. Just a few days before Christmas her doctor [who always gives me lots of pets] visited our house. My moms and our person that’s away at college were with her to say goodbye.
Then, in the midst of all of that chaos [and as you may or may not know, I’m no stranger to chaos – but even this was a little much for me!], LOUD mom’s dad got really sick, and so my moms started traveling – a lot. And that meant me being in charge of this unruly bunch. I can’t begin to tell you how exhausting that kind of responsibility is.
Sure, my moms would tell you they hire a “pet sitter” to visit three times a day to play with us and feed us and scoop our litter boxes and walk the furry beasts. But what about the other 21 hours in the day? Someone has to keep an eye on things.
So, in short, I hope you’ll understand my absence. I’ve accumulated several years worth of observations and look forward to sharing them with you when life here on Creekview gets back to normal. Whatever that is.