Our first house sitting assignment is drawing to a close. It’s been a truly great experience and we have enjoyed almost every minute. While the humidity of the Mexican summer has certainly challenged us, it is starting to cool down and we are making the most of the fresh mornings and comfortable evenings.
It’s been interesting to witness the sunset gradually move across the horizon and the days become shorter. We’ve loved watching the storms roll in over the mountains and the magnificent lightning over the water.
We’ve enjoyed living in a local town we would otherwise never had the opportunity to see and have become used to waking up to 180 degree views of the Pacific ocean, punctuated by a little blip of an island called el coral.
When my sister came to stay for the weekend we caught a boat to the island and snorkeled around the mound of earth we’d been staring at for two months. It turns out that isla el coral is indeed a tiny chunk of paradise.
We’ve enjoyed great food, friendly locals and interesting ex-pats; balmy evenings spent watching families stroll along the malecon and some lovely drives to explore the towns and beaches of the ‘Riviera Nayarit.’
But despite all these wonderful things, the biggest problem with this house sitting business is that we have to leave Chica and Matu, the two cats we have come to love as our own.
I really didn’t see this coming (the loving, not the leaving. That, I knew about.) I mean, I like animals and adored my adopted stray cat as a kid, but didn’t expect to fall in love with these two balls of fur like I have.
I got it bad.
It’s not just me, either. If anything, Tyrhone has an even stronger bond with them as they have warmed to him more than me. Watching Chica canoodle with him as he scratches her belly is just hilarious, particularly as she wouldn’t let us near her when we arrived.
Our sweet, anxious tom cat Matu is still a rather unpredictable soul. He will occasionally relax long enough for a belly rub but for the most part seems to be suffering some post traumatic stress from his days as a stray kitty in the jungle. Poor Matu. We love him so much.
So much, that even when he eats geckos and vomits them up in the kitchen or brings in dead birds to devour, leaving bloody internal organs for us to discover, we can’t get mad at him. Such is the nature of unconditional love.
We are happy that soon they will be reunited with their dads, who have been missing them during their time away in Canada. But I am already worried about who will be looking after them next summer and am thinking of asking the owners of El Panorama if I can be part of the vetting process to ensure our babies get the best possible care.
I’m kidding (kinda).
I know that when we leave, we will miss them more than they miss us.
Which is why Tyrhone made us this video to watch whenever we are feeling cat sick for Chica and Matu, who have without a doubt been the best (and the worst) part of our house sitting experience.