Cat is entirely too damn smart

Yesterday when we got our backpacks out to start packing for Ireland and England, Dexter of course realized this meant we were leaving, so he's spent the past 12 hours or so following me around and shoving a very distressed little face at me. Including this morning when I was in the shower and had a huge wide-eyed snout shoving itself around the shower curtain.

Today, while putting together a note for our cat sitters (thank you, Jan and Karen!), we got out the soft-sided kitty carrier and their leashes, so all of the kitty equipment would be readily accessible if G-d forbid they have to take anyone to the vet or anything. Also, Dexter and Izzy like to hang out crammed in the carrier together, particularly when there are no humans around to serve as cat beds. Then as I was packing and printing out confirmation e-mails, I suddenly noticed that Dexter was not currently wrapped around my arm or rifling through the toiletries or trying to chew up the boarding passes. I went to see what he was up to, and in the kitchen I found this:



Poor guy. The "don't abandon meeeee" face seems to have been replaced with a "oh, hey, I'm ready to go" face. It didn't occur to us that he would connect the bag with us taking him along. D'oh! Sorry buddy!