cats

He spends much of the day sleeping upstairs. When I come in the front door, I frequently hear a thud as he leaps down from wherever he was napping, then the sound of him sprinting while meowing, then I see him slide a bit when he gets to the bottom of the stairs & the uncarpeted floor, then he sprints over to me demanding all the pets and scratches and love I can possibly give. Naturally, I’m happy to oblige him