This was Namerovsky when he heard me coming to get him.
Apparently, he stood there like that all week. It was so fucking sad. So I guess he's guilted his way into another night of sleeping in bed.
He lost a LOT of weight, too.
Friday, September 25, 2009
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Poor Namer...i imagine you will pay...
Looking forward to many stories of your adventures...especially "Sara is a failed Greek Toiletologist"!
Glad you are home safe.
Oh dear. Separation anxiety. Hopefully he isn't moulting as well...
Oh, right, I remember reading in my guidebook en route to Athens that I wasn't supposed to flush the toilet paper, and I was like, "Seriously, Athens is a *city*; this book must be kidding." And then I got off the plane and went to pee, and took a peek in the trash can next to the toilet... No, the guidebook wasn't kidding. Ew.
Poor kitty!!
I'll bet he was very happy to see you again. :)
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