Cat. In Suitcase
Mar. 21st, 2012 09:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marinessLong time readers will know that one of my ongoing hassles with travelling is the attempts of the Little One to either come along or to at the very least put a little kitty toy in my luggage, wherein it gets tangled up with nice, freshly cleaned and pressed business suits. Or in some cases both. Also, go into little kitty hysterics, which in his case can be painful to the ears. These days I rarely travel with business suits anymore (yay) but the last minute packing is still part of the plan, to prevent the Little One from doing too much to or with the suitcase or its contents.
So this morning, on the way to coffee, I casually -- all too casually -- pulled the small suitcase from the closet, in a deliberate "oh, this suitcase isn't going anywhere, I'm just cleaning the closet" deceptive sort of way, and then headed on to the kitchen. The Little One followed my every move (I think he's hoping that some day, the coffee ritual will suddenly include tuna, which right now it doesn't since pre coffee my ability to tell the difference between, say, a can of black beans, a container of ice cream, and a can of tuna fish, is not good) was adorably quiet, got his little chin scratches, and we headed back to my room all calmness and joy --
The suitcase had been opened.
The Grey One gave me a baleful eye. The Little One squeaked with joy and dashed forward to jump on her.
Packing is going to be a slow, slow process, isn't it?
So this morning, on the way to coffee, I casually -- all too casually -- pulled the small suitcase from the closet, in a deliberate "oh, this suitcase isn't going anywhere, I'm just cleaning the closet" deceptive sort of way, and then headed on to the kitchen. The Little One followed my every move (I think he's hoping that some day, the coffee ritual will suddenly include tuna, which right now it doesn't since pre coffee my ability to tell the difference between, say, a can of black beans, a container of ice cream, and a can of tuna fish, is not good) was adorably quiet, got his little chin scratches, and we headed back to my room all calmness and joy --
The suitcase had been opened.
The Grey One gave me a baleful eye. The Little One squeaked with joy and dashed forward to jump on her.
Packing is going to be a slow, slow process, isn't it?