The trip up and back was long and fast, but we got to visit with family, some of whom we hadn't seen in years. The sad occasion let us reconnect so seems the old saying is true: everything does happen for a reason.
Our cats don't sulk, fortunately. They were happy to see us back and showed it.
Evidently they thought we'd abandoned them. Not sure how they managed it, but halfway up the interstate, our babysitter called, wanting to know if she'd forgotten she was supposed to take care of the cats. No, I told her, we were going up and coming right back so they'd be fine. She had the flu and sounded like it, but she was determined to check on the babies if she needed to. I assured her they were fine and told her to go back to bed. Not many babysitters are so conscientious!
But now I'm wondering how the cats got word to her of their supposed abandonment. I don't think they know how to punch buttons on the phone. Although we do have the babysitter's number on fast dial...
The girl cat, jumping up from her nap to greet us on our return.
The boy cat, rushing to his food dish on our return.