gus was sweet and calm and knew me well this morning. no accidents. both grey cats came out. they knew me too. good thing, the animals may not miss me, but they always remember me. it's me that forgets sometimes how well they remember. 
gus gets agitated outside and rushes around like he's running late, rushing to pee, just past the outside door, rushing to poop, pooping again as i deposit his poop. bounding like a small fluffy horsey for the quiet comfort of home. i know he misses his mom, but this time will be sweet and calm while he waits.