Our friend is overseas and has left his partner at home alone. The partner is quite self sufficient, but when R spoke to him on the telephone a day or so ago, he was missing his partner.
I know exactly what will happen when our friend returns from his travels and reunites with his partner as Millie did the same to us.
We had dogs, Jessie a West Highland White Terrier, physically defective and died at ten years old, and Toby, a black mongrel who was hale and hearty and lived to be around twelve.
Cats were Tuffy, black female and not so friendly, Thomas, a gorgeous huge black and white cat who could not get enough affection and drooled and purred when given a lap to sit upon, and then multi coloured Millie. Millie was a free spirit and not a nice one at that. I am sure Kath's Milly is much nicer.
I can't remember where she came from but she stayed with us because we fed her. Any thought of a connection with humans was far from her mind, and we grew to dislike her, as she did us. Nevertheless we had her patched up after she was hit by a car and we and we continued to tolerate each other, just. Btw, she was ironically named after Millicent Friendly. Does anyone know who she was?
I think it was when we went to Adelaide in 1983, we put her into a cattery in Malvern. I can't remember if it was Miss Plant in Elizabeth Street, or Miss Elizabeth in Plant Street. No matter, she was a cat loving spinster.
We collected Millie when we returned form our holidays and Miss Plant told us that Millie had not enjoyed her stay and that they had not gotten along at all well.
Once home, Millie made it quite clear to us that she was very angry about her temporarily changed circumstances and lashed out at us at every opportunity. It was more than just a passing slash at our ankles, which she did as well. She would hide and pounce on us, claws extended. The cold but working relationship had gone. We were her enemy. If she wasn't eating or attacking us, she would be somewhere outside.
Shortly after she was hit by another car in Waverley Road and died. A neighbour a few streets away found her. Ah yes, Mrs Millis, who had a gay son. We spent a New Year's Eve with him once and nothing happened except having a good time and drinking lots of Tia Maria laced with cream. Lordy, his mother's house had been renovated and was an early seventies time capsule. Burnt orange was the favoured colour of the time.
In later years we cried when Thomas died, and Toby, especially Toby, and Jessie. We shed no tears for Millie.
Finally I get to point. Our returning from holidays friend's partner will behave exactly like Millie did after we collected her from cattery. He will be vicsous towards our friend and lash out. He will be angry that he was left alone, angry that our friend had a good time and every thing that has built up over the past month will come out. Eventually things will settle down, like they never did between us and the cat Millie. Seems humans are a bit different to cats.
Later edit: It's started. "Oh, you're back. When are you going away again?".