I came back from my holidays in Eastbourne (UK) late on Sunday night. Mr. G. picked me up at the station and told me immediately that he was a nervous wreck because of dear Pookie who had terrorized him during my absence. I had no pity with him, because it's his fault, each time she meows he runs to feed her. So I suspect that she makes him jogging which is good for his health !
The only one who showed up as soon as the car stopped was Arthur. He helped us with my suitcase by being between our legs !
Rosie first didn't show up, but then when I was in bed she came and purred and leaked my nose and was apparently very happy to share my bed with me again ! When I woke up in the morning I had this familiar view, which I had missed a bit during my holidays.
Pookie gave me a welcome concert and wanted to share a glass with me. Then she disappeared somewhere for the night.
When I had left it had been cool and rainy. Now we have a heatwave again, and all cats have disappeared into cool places. Rosie first had a little salad before she too hid somewhere under the cool bushes.