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June 02, 2003
It helps to know we might be wishing on the same bright star
There is a tangible air of despair hovering in the apartment these days. Girl-E and The Dude are dragging their feet more heavily, glancing this way and that with moistened eyes, holding their cereal spoons a little more slack. One might assume it's their disappointment that in just five short weeks, they'll be leaving Istanbul, the friends they've made, and the country they've come to love. But we know better. They miss the damn cats.
To avoid a spectrum of bureaucratic horrors we won't bore you with, Girl-E took the little doodles back to Boston on her whirlwind trip two weeks ago to stay with The Dude's parents until the summer. She was so happy to see the schnookums safely in Grandma and Grandpa's arms, that the gravity of the situation didn't hit until she returned to the apartment from the Istanbul airport and kicked wildly at the open door to hold back the frenzied would-be escapees, and her foot caught only air.
Every so often, while Girl-E and The Dude are sitting silently on the couch reading or getting ready for bed, one of them will stop stiff, look wistfully to the radiator or the bedspread and sigh, "babies." It doesn't help that the babies are apparently getting along smashingly at G & G's, running gleefully up and down the staircases they've never had, kneading the strange and exciting waterbed, chewing on houseplants they never knew existed. G & G email several pictures a week of the pookies looking just as happy as felinely possible on the big puffy TV room couch, thinking it helps to write notes like "the kitties are doing just fine, but they miss you!" Yeah, our ass.
Girl-E and The Dude may spend their days thinking happily of the moment when they go to retrieve the boys and the little loves come bounding down the hall to leap into their arms, but we know the real scene will involve two deliriously comfortable cats slung over armchairs, who lift their chins ever so slightly, blink, immediately go back to sleep, and cling tirelessly to their resting place while the two grieving parents struggle to chuck them into pet carriers. Sad.
Posted by The Twins at June 2, 2003 09:51 AM
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