So, my cats are giving me that look again. For those of you who like to travel, you know that look. It’s the “hate suitcase” look. It’s not bad enough that the cats view another feline in the complex with disdain, but it doesn’t even begin to compare to a cat’s wrath against a suitcase.
When I roll the suitcase into my den, it begins. One cat tries to climb inside, hoping I’ll take her by mistake to lands far beyond. I know she thinks if she can moonlight as a sweater, that she can make the cut, and surprise me when I begin sorting through my belongings when I’m in the hotel room.
Much as I’d like to wear my little Ragdoll as a vest, it just won’t work.
Our other cat rubs all over the suitcase, marking it with his scent, probably hoping he’ll deter other animals should I encounter a tiger or lion on my travels. Since we usually stay in nice hotels, I doubt this ploy will do any good, but maybe it would prevent someone from stealing my luggage, if it has enough cat hair on it.
I love my pets. After a few days on the road, I begin mewing for them and wonder why they’re not dominating the hotel bed like they do at home. But then I roll over and enjoy sleeping in until 6 a.m. since my days with them usually begin at 4:00.