Cat on a Hot Tin Roof

Easter weekend at home…  It is home?  Where is “Home”?

So many errands to run around Pointe Claire and Montreal, breakfasts out, and dinners to see as many people as we could. It is odd not having a home to invite people into.

Schatzi, our indoor princess cat, has adapted well to living with my mother.

“She’s not just a princess,” my mom complained. “She’s the Queen of the House!”

Another important stop was to visit Sami (a.k.a. “Spit-fire Hell Cat”) at our old neighbour’s house.

When summoned, Sami reluctantly came downstairs, leaving her warm bed-nest. She sauntered nonchalantly past us standing in the doorway and flopped down in a spot of sunlight in the yard about two feet away, with her back to us. Her ears were flat against her head and her tail whipped back and forth like a live wire. Yup, she was sure happy to see us.

We sat at the dining room table, and Sami continued to stroll back and forth, staring ahead, making sure not to make eye contact. Finally, she consented play with a small string toy, but made it very clear she had interest in only the toy, not us.

Sipping my tea, I glanced around at the quiet chaos of a lived-in house.

“This is exactly what things were like across the street a few years back,” I told Andy.

School projects spilling over into the living room, friends coming and going, moms picking visiting kids up (or dropping them off?), leavings of a crêpe breakfast for sleepover pals.

I miss those days. I have become accustomed to the quiet order of things in my tidy world, but would gladly go back to the days of cooking dinner for a full house of teenagers. There were days when everyone had last-minute alternate plans and we had a fridge full of leftovers, and days when Andy and I had planned a cosy dinner for two, when suddenly, all the kids appeared, along with a friend or boyfriend. There goes another potato into the pot and another place setting for the table or two.

On our way out of Sami’s new castle, we could see the bare bones of our old home. Four dumpsters were filled with its contents. At one point, our neighbour said she could see right through the kitchen window to the back patio, so obviously walls were removed.

Right now, I am still trying to figure out where “home” is.

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4 thoughts on “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof

    • No, Tom, they can’t demolish it as it is a house of heritage interest. The outside cannot change. It cannot be lifted more than 18 inches (so much for a man cave or home entertainment room in the basement) and there are even restrictions as to colour. I think they’ve totally gutted it and will start rebuilding the inside. Should be interesting.

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