Misinterpreted

I visited my mom's condo on Monday. The previous Monday, when Humphrey was visiting me, he looked so downtrodden that I thought I would visit him the next week. It turns out that he really did not want me to visit him. It's not that he didn't want to see me, it's just the quality of the visit is much lower at Mom's.

I interrupted his late morning nap, but he jumped on mom's bed to say hi. By the time I had positioned myself next to the bed where I could pet him, he had jumped down and crawled under the bed. M, who had helped mom drive me here, was also the person who puts Humphrey in his carrier to bring him to me. So when H saw M he wanted to start the “Let's go to Mom” sequence. When I come to him, he only gets to have contact with my hand. When he comes to me, he gets to have a full body snuggle with me. He would only want me to come to Mom's in addition to his regular Monday visit to me, not instead of his visit to me.

Mom, of course, was thrilled to have me visit. She got to make lunch for me and M. And could wash one of my blankets and the cover to my angled pillow that I use everyday. It's much more pleasant to visit with me in her place rather than squishing around my bed. I would love to spend more time at mom's, but it's a matter of her needing help to get me in and out of the van.

What I really need to do is write an ad to post on Craigslist to find a place where Humphrey and I could live. I did that twice when I was still on Maui. I got two separate nibbles but they did not pan out. I really want to be in the right frame of mind and I am very close to that now. I will get an ad ready and then post it when Humphrey is with me on Monday.