Nick's mom took care of Sophie while we were in Chicago. I stupidly left out tubes of tuna-flavored hairball remedy paste on the kitchen counter with a note explaining that Sophie has been getting sick lately (hairball season). I was trying to make the task convenient for Joan and in the process forgot that I have a non-discerning glutton for a cat.
We returned to a note explaining that the tubes were in the refrigerator and to "…guess why." I opened the door and saw the tubes riddled with indentations and holes from Sophie's teeth. I growled and muttered to myself while I covered the damage with tape.
Nick tuned out my tantrum…Sophie wrapped herself around my ankles and begged for food. Vacation was definitely over: life had returned back to normal in one fell swoop.