I recently returned from the BlogPaws pet-blogging conference. I was away from home for four nights, and I have a confession to make: I kind of enjoyed the break from my cats. To be fair, I also sort of savored the time away from anyone who depends on me — kids and husband included. It’s not that my human and feline family aren’t the joy of my very existence, it’s just that sometimes Mama needs a little getaway.
I love sharing a bed with my kitties, but a giant bed all to myself, where I can stretch out and sleep in any position without disturbing a four-legged sleeping buddy — well, that’s kind of nice now and again. I’m home now and totally welcome those little bodies flattened right up against me. And by the time I was flying home, I’d missed it terribly. But those few nights of freeform sleeping sure did feel like a treat.
And guess what else? No one wanted breakfast in the morning. Except me, that is. And in the evening, I could cut loose with my friends without having to stay on someone else’s feeding schedule. I have no trouble with my own feeding schedule. I feed just fine … and anytime. And I didn’t have to prepare any meals for myself at the conference. Double bonus!
Another bit about sleeping sans cat in a hotel room: I can leave my food and drink unattended. Drinks without lids, even! Can you imagine? It felt downright wrong to leave the room with half-full cups of water sitting around on tables. I’m sure you’re probably imagining my room full of cups in various states of fullness. Not so much, but I usually had a glass of water and a couple of coffee cups in various locations. There I was, the reckless cat lady in a foreign land! Actually, it was just Nevada, but it felt exotic compared to my Minnesotan suburban homeland.
But don’t you worry — I did get my critter fix. One cool thing about the BlogPaws conference is that quite a few attendees bring their pets. There were all kinds of cuties there: dogs, cats, ferrets, and even a capybara!
If I wanted to snuggle a kitty, I didn’t have to go too far. I even got my paws on a teeny one from Kitty Bungalow Charm School for Wayward Cats. If I wanted to pet an adorable pup, there were opportunities galore. And if I felt like kissing a ferret, well, I could pucker right up. And bonus: The ferret just might be wearing a little bow-tie. Totally not kidding.
I know some of you are thinking, “Wow, she’s a selfish you-know-what!” Wait! Stop! I love my cats to pieces! Anyone who knows me knows that’s the truth, but sometimes it’s nice to only be responsible for myself … and think about nothing except cheesecake and ferret kisses.
Do you sort of enjoy time away from your cat? Let us know in the comments!
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About the Author: Angie Bailey is an eternal optimist with an adoration of all things silly. Loves pre-adolescent boy humor, puns, making up parody songs, thinking about cats doing people things and The Smiths. Writes Catladyland, a cat humor blog, Texts from Mittens (birthed right here on Catster) and authored whiskerslist: the kitty classifieds, a silly book about cats wheeling and dealing online. Partner in a production company and writes and acts in comedy web series that features sketches and mockumentaries. Mother to two humans and three cats, all of which want her to make them food.