She went out to check the mail

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Those of you who have been my friend for a while, know that I have cats. I have quite a few cats. One of them is Oliver, the black and white kitten in my avatar. Oliver is even more special that most of my cats because he came to us at a week old. Oliver has never, since we got him on October 7th, 2005, spent even a night away from our house. He has had times when we weren't around, but its because we've been gone, not because he's some place else. None of these have been more than 10 days. However, despite the fact that he has never been away from this house, he has some separation issues. Because I fell yesterday, I am not feeling quite my best. That doesn't mean that I have been babying myself. I took the roomie to the doctor, brought up the trash cans from the street, even checked the mail earlier. Now, my house sits up a slope. Not a big hill or anything, but I've been up and down that slope several times. And by 8 tonight, I was done with it. I asked the roomie if she'd go check the mail. About 11 she asked if it still needed to be check, I told her, yes. She went out and checked it. When she came back in, Oliver just went nutz. He started hollering like she had stepped on his tail, in fact, because I was looking the other way, I thought she had. But, no, he was standing on a box behind me, yelling his fool head off. She called him over and tried to get him to jump up on her. Nope, he stood at her feet and hollered. Then he ran over to me, jumped up on me for some pets. He stopped yelling, but he ran back over to her, than to me again. All we can guess is that he thought she'd been gone a long time instead of maybe a minute to check the mail. He finally calmed down, but he's such an idiot.