Admit it, you miss him already

This blog is mostly for Maia who, when we were leaving Kenyon, turned to Obie and said, "Oh Obie, I'll miss you the most" (bitch) but also for all of the other "fans" Obie accumulated over the year he lived in the D1geon. Talking about Obie and imagining him in human situations (on a business trip, as an evil dictator, as a gay man living in the Hamptons) became D1's favorite past time, and hopefully this blog will in some way ease the debilitating separation anxiety I'm sure all of you are experiencing.

After receiving his tiny diploma (Summa cum laude, Highest Honors in his Synoptic major: Evil Studies), Obie spent all day on Saturday hiding underneath our bathroom sink in what I took to be a deep depression at the thought of graduating, but what also may have been fear of the vacuum cleaner. I loaded him into the car around 7 p.m., abandoned him there while we ate dinner at Jake's, and finally around 9 my mom pried my fingers out of their death grip on Kenyon and we hit the road. We made it all the way to Dayton before I started hallucinating from sleep deprivation and we pulled off to find a hotel. We stopped at a Comfort Inn, which I have stayed at TWICE with pets. HOWEVER, when my mom mentioned to the lady behind the desk, "Oh, we also have a little black cat with us," she gave us a look of utter disdain and sneered, "Oh, we don't take pets." This blatant racism was then repeated at the Hampton Inn, until we finally found a Holiday Inn Express that would deign to let us stay in a smoking room. Obie was at first very put out by the whole discrimination experience (he didn't even want to play in the bathtub when I turned the tap on for him) but eventually recovered, and started jumping from bed to bed with Toot Toot in his mouth which, my mom pointed out, is exactly what my brothers and I used to do in hotel rooms (minus Toot Too. I think.).

Obie and Toot Toot enjoy Holiday Inn Express

The following morning, after my mom and I agreed to not set an alarm and to "wake up when we woke up," my mom woke us up at 6:45 a.m. to hit the road. Obie, experienced roadtrip cat that he is, spent the day taking a luxurious 11 1/2 hour nap, except when we stopped at an Arby's in Indiana and I let him out to roam the car while my mom and I sat inside and ate. He made friends with a group of local thugs with piercings and tattoos, who cooed, "Aw lookit the kitty!" at him through the window before putting their tough faces back on and swaggering into the Arby's.

11 1/2 hours in the lap of luxury

We finally made it home around 7 p.m. and I tried to keep him locked in my room for about five minutes before he bolted out the door to find Sadie, my other cat who is even more evil than Obie, but in a fatter, lazier sort of way. They really "bonded" over winter break and Obie was eager to rekindle that magical friendship. Sadie, unfortunately, has other plans, and has spent all of today hiding from Obie in the only place he so far hasn't found her.

Sadie's genius hiding spot (she's somewhere in this picture)

Obie misses you all, and I'll try to keep everyone updated on his adventures. I also eventually hope to regain some sort of life, however, so I can't make any big promises.