I moved house about 4 months ago, from the family compound in with my bf and left 2 of 3 cats behind (I took the impetuous youngster Alice). On frequent occassional stop-ins I am offered a "of course your back, come give proper attention" from one (Sandy, a attention and trouble hogger, not the least bit snobbish) and a sniff and bored wander through and watch from proper cover (Scoutie, a true Royal Queen, and designated Director of household management). Finally I came through after the folks had been missing in action all day and got Acknowledged with a true head rub from The Queen.