Twenty-five days to spend with my furry four legged little boy named Jack. I always feel like the crazy old spinster cat lady when I talk about him. Because he is my family and as weird as it may sound to some people, I love him like family. However, I'd like to clarify, I'm not the crazy old spinster cat lady, because I only have one cat!
This has been the hardest aspect for me to deal with regarding the trip and being gone for so long. I can handle being away from my friends and family. The world has shrunk considerably with the onset of the internet and social websites and smart phones. However, a cat can't use these things. He's the one thing that I won't have any access to while I'm gone, unless I'm willing to submit myself to my brothers ridicule and assuming he cooperates and lets me babble like a crazy person to Jack on the phone; which I probably won't do. Part of the reason I'm having a hard time with being gone is because when I went to Italy, he ran away. The poor girl house sitting felt awful. Luckily, I wasn't gone for more than two weeks and he was only gone for a week and came home as soon as I called him. But 9 months is a little longer than two weeks and not as easy to survive for a very spoiled house cat outside on his own. So, in the meantime, the best part about being off work is I get to spend all day cuddling with my boy.
Anyways, since Jack is like my kid, I have to show off some pictures of him. How can you NOT get caught up with an adorable little fur ball like this!?
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