Small Children, Dogs and Masked Strangers by Helen Chappell
I don’t know what our pets are going to do when and if life goes back to normal and we can go out again. I don’t know what I’m going to do when we can go out again. I work from a home office, like most writers, but I went out for about three hours the other day, and when I came home, Lilly, my cat, was sitting anxiously by the door. She greeted me as if I’d been gone for months, meowing and
rubbing on my legs like I was a scratching post. In fact, when I actually went away for a month and a friend dropped by daily to attend to her basic needs, she was quite nonchalant when I finally fell through the door, smelling of strange cats, dogs and kids and California. That’s feline nature in a nutshell. Now, like most animals, she’s apparently grown very used to having her human around 24/7 dur-
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