Thursday, June 7, 2012
Though most days I rarely pay attention I occasionally look forward to dad's return home from work. The other night he came home and went into the kitchen, where mom was hard at work creating one of her typically awesome dinners (that I don't get any of). He sat on a stepstool, and I instantly appeared from one of my hiding spots, went into the kitchen, and stood in front of him, purring and rubbing my chin on anything I could find nearby. He picked me up and I immediately settled in for some loving, hooking my paws into his pants, kneading away.