A few weeks ago, Billy and I had to leave our baby cat for the first time ever. We were invited to a wedding in Pensacola, and while we were only gone for two and a half days, it almost became too much for us. All the time we were away, we were, like, “Is he going to be okay?” or “I bet he’s dead.” Well, Dylly did not die, but the second we got home, he was meowing crazily after having been alone for so long. Poor baby.
Billy got him a pair of feeders from Amazon.
And I left my pillow out for him to cuddle in case he missed us.
Picture of Dylan right after we stepped through the door. He was quite happy when we came home. 
I love it when he stretches out on the ground like that! He’s the neediest kitten in the world, which is good, because we’re needy as well.
