I would have thought we’d need to feel sorry for Max today, but he sure has us surprised. Well, I feel sorry for him, but not when I thought I would and not for the reason I thought I would.
Today, he had a Sticky Person in the house. Better yet, he had one of the Sticky People that he used to watch playing in the front yard in OH, from behind the safety of the window screen. Instead of running and hiding—which is what I thought he’d do—he stayed in the living room and watched, and even let me pick him up to let the little guy touch him.
The Evilness that lived to our immediate left and her Spouse Thingy are in the middle of a PCS (military for “move every three years and we’ll call it a ‘permanent’ transfer”) and were headed through this way, so they stopped by to visit, and we went out to lunch.
[note to Evil Person: close your eyes now, I wouldn’t want you to think I was saying anything nice…]
I can’t even begin to tell you how good it was to see them. Honestly, we both got so excited it felt like being a 5 year old at Christmas. I would have liked to have spent a lot more time with them, but they have a long trip ahead and needed to get as far as they could. Seeing as how we haul ass when we move and go as long as we can every day, I can certainly understand that.
But the funny thing is, after they left Max went around looking for his Sticky Little Person. And when he couldn’t find him, he did the next logical thing—he started looking out windows. It made perfect sense: he used to watch the kids playing in the yard outside the kitchen window in Ohio, so he when he realized they were gone, he started going from one window to another, and it was obvious he seriously wanted to find his Sticky Person.
I think that’s the key: those kids were his Sticky People. He doesn’t like watching the few kids here he can see outside. Right now he’s curled up on the bed, a black and white dejected furball.