Friday, September 25, 2009

One Very Sad Little Cat

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.

4 comments:

tracy said...

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.

Dragonfly said...

Oh dear. Separation anxiety. Hopefully he isn't moulting as well...

gabbiana said...

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.

The Girl said...

Poor kitty!!
I'll bet he was very happy to see you again. :)