Our good friends Jason and Elina for quite a while had been trying to go on vacation for two weeks. Not something very difficult to do these days, except for the fact that they have two young cats—Santosh and Onni—and taking them along understandably would be kind of inconvenient. Leaving these gang-, sorry, youngsters, to the care of a pet shop or a vet didn’t seem like a viable option from the start, so J.&E. made an arrangement with a friend that she would come to their place to feed S.&O. and maybe play with them. But picturing those two in the full control of their (not the cats’) home, I think, was making Jason and Elina a little bit nervous and about half a month ago they approached me and asked if I could look after their cats for just two weeks. I’d been around cats for the most part of my life and gladly agreed provided it approved by the church. As expected, having two cats in my room for a short period of time was not a problem, and J.&E. scheduled to bring them on Friday, August 21st.
As decided, on that day, around 2 p.m. the cats arrived. After being released from the boxes, they realized that it was not their home and immediately protested. They kept complaining while Jason and Elina were giving me instructions, saying that Santosh and Onni would calm down soon and by night they would be cuddling on the bed. “Don’t worry,” I said confidently, “I can handle this,” and very shortly J.&E. left. That was the last time I heard anything from the cats—they hid themselves under the bed and I didn’t see them for the rest of the day. Not much to look after. They showed up when Irina came in the evening—they heard her voice and decided to check out who it was—but any time we left the room, they were getting back under the bed.
A day before, my former co-worker Liviu, one of the nicest and funniest guys I’ve ever met, offered that on Friday he would come to the church with pizza, and I was going to have a quiet dinner with him and his charming wife Mikhaela. By half past seven, at the table around two pizzas and mashed potatoes and vegetables that I had cooked couple of days earlier were sitting Liviu, Mikhaela, me, Irina, Dmitri who was just back from the island, Errol who picked up from Tsawwassen and brought to the church Dmitri who was just back from the island, and Olga, one of Irina’s best friends, who is in the process of opening her yoga studio and stopped by to discuss the flyer. I still don’t know whether it was pizza or just me. Nevertheless, despite the fact that there was an attempt to turn our dinner into a meeting of SAWA (Stressed-At-Work Anonymous), we had a lot of fun and spent a wonderful time together.
By 9:30 we wrapped the dinner up, everybody went home, but Dmitri stayed with me. We played tennis, baseball and golf on Nintendo Wii for about an hour—Dmitri was tired after work— and went to sleep. The cats remained hiding under the bed.
As decided, on that day, around 2 p.m. the cats arrived. After being released from the boxes, they realized that it was not their home and immediately protested. They kept complaining while Jason and Elina were giving me instructions, saying that Santosh and Onni would calm down soon and by night they would be cuddling on the bed. “Don’t worry,” I said confidently, “I can handle this,” and very shortly J.&E. left. That was the last time I heard anything from the cats—they hid themselves under the bed and I didn’t see them for the rest of the day. Not much to look after. They showed up when Irina came in the evening—they heard her voice and decided to check out who it was—but any time we left the room, they were getting back under the bed.
A day before, my former co-worker Liviu, one of the nicest and funniest guys I’ve ever met, offered that on Friday he would come to the church with pizza, and I was going to have a quiet dinner with him and his charming wife Mikhaela. By half past seven, at the table around two pizzas and mashed potatoes and vegetables that I had cooked couple of days earlier were sitting Liviu, Mikhaela, me, Irina, Dmitri who was just back from the island, Errol who picked up from Tsawwassen and brought to the church Dmitri who was just back from the island, and Olga, one of Irina’s best friends, who is in the process of opening her yoga studio and stopped by to discuss the flyer. I still don’t know whether it was pizza or just me. Nevertheless, despite the fact that there was an attempt to turn our dinner into a meeting of SAWA (Stressed-At-Work Anonymous), we had a lot of fun and spent a wonderful time together.
By 9:30 we wrapped the dinner up, everybody went home, but Dmitri stayed with me. We played tennis, baseball and golf on Nintendo Wii for about an hour—Dmitri was tired after work— and went to sleep. The cats remained hiding under the bed.
To be continued.
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