While I know Hemingway loves me, I think he showed me yesterday that he doesn’t trust me.  I had two appointments yesterday afternoon so I left work early.  When I finished my first appointment I had plenty of time to go home and relax before the next appointment.

I unlocked the door and walked in.  There were no cats to greet me at the door.  I found that rather disturbing.  They are always at the door when I come home.  I started to walk towards my bedroom and suddenly Steinbeck came out, yawning and stretching.  I looked at him and asked if he was a sleepy boy.

Then I looked in my bedroom and there was Hemingway happily hogging the middle of the bed.  I asked him if the two of them were having a pajama party while I was at work.  He just stared at me with those big green eyes.

I went to check on the mail and I noticed Hemingway kind of sneaking out of my bedroom.  I figured he was going to check on his food dish but that wasn’t what he had in mind.  I looked for him and found him underneath the dining room table.  I picked up the tablecloth and asked him what he was doing.  Again, I got the green-eyed stare.  Then it suddenly dawned on me what was happening.  I had come home at a different time.  Hemingway knew I had left work early and he figured that meant he was going to have to go to the doctor’s house.  The last time I came home early from work, that’s what happened.  He remembered that very clearly and he wasn’t about to fall for one of my tricks again.

I confess………I laughed.  Then I looked under the table and told him not to worry.  I wasn’t taking him anywhere.

I left for my appointment and when I came back, both boys were at the door to greet me.  You see, by then it was around the time I normally come home from work.  So, I guess next time I have an appointment, I’ll just have to take the entire day off so I don’t stress Hemingway by coming home too early.  Fine by me!