Regrets

Well our overnight visitors have departed and I’ve emerged from my safe space in the basement ceiling. My mamas keep talking about how much they miss their company, and how cute and sweet 3-year-old Jackson was. And I’m feeling really ashamed that I didn’t come out and play with him, especially after Those Two told me that while they were all enjoying a nice breakfast yesterday morning, Jackson was coloring a picture of me. I have to say, I think the kid has some talent. His color choices are spot-on!

My reluctance to make my presence known was even more embarrassing because Mama G’s niece and Jackson’s mother, Stephanie, had been joking in text messages before their visit about meeting me: “Oxbow: the man, the myth, the legend … the cat with a blog,” as she put it. I don’t think I lived up to my reputation. That’s the problem with being in the public eye: sometimes people assume they know you, but they really don’t.

My shyness is my protection, but also a curse at times. I know that by hiding, I potentially miss out on a lot of fun. What was I thinking this weekend? I’m so sorry, Jackson. I hope you’ll forgive me!