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!