After two weeks of being on vacation, I went back to work Monday.

I am not sure who was happier, the cat or me.

Smokey seemed to sense my wife and I were going back to our regular routine. He jumped on our bed and checked out my clothes I was going to work. I think I heard him sigh, too.

I fixed a sandwich for lunch, part of the regular routine. That includes giving Smokey a little tidbit but he was not standing guard in the kitchen.

Instead, he was already lying in the rocker-recliner in the living room. He wasn’t budging.

Even after I took the morsel to him and tried to entice him to come in the kitchen, there was no movement.

Rather he just stared at me, like I was supposed to wait on him hand and foot. I would have loved to stayed home another day, but we must pay the bills and have money to buy his food and snacks.

Maybe Smokey is just needing a vacation from our vacation.