Living onsite as we do here has always been one of dad's favorite job preferences. The few minor negative aspects aside, one of the best things, besides the obvious minimal wear and tear on the car, is lunchtime. Typically, dad simply comes home every day to join me and mom for his midday refueling.
Most times I'm busy napping, but before long I realize he's here and, after a good long stretch and a hearty yawn I'll leisurely stroll out to the kitchen and paw my way up the stool to head-butt mom's thigh, which tells them I want to be picked up to sit on dad's (usually) lap out of
I never get any of their human food (dad used to sneak me some until he discovered a whole undigested piece in my litterbox), but at least I get a comfy lap.