I guess I know where I stand now.
My three days of holiday in Dallas coincided with a three day stay for the cats at the vet clinic for a "procedure". We won't say any more than that, except to note that they are doing just fine and all my fretting and worrying would appear to have been pointless. They seem to be under the impression that the whole thing was the idea of the cat masochists at the clinic and that Mom had nothing to do with it. They were hissing at the technician who brought them out, but settled down once they got in the car and talked quietly to me as we made the trip back to Bastrop.
When I got home, I set their carriers down on the grass beside the car and took my various packages inside. As I opened the door, two little dogs blasted past me and out to the car to check on their kitties.
Well, I mean. The two of them went all around the cat carriers, oozing concern and full of inquiries while Mom stood on the porch and felt like chopped liver. I had been gone the same amount of time, but watching that performance I began to wonder just who is the center of their world?