A little cat, meowing by the front door - the perfect welcome home after a hard day at work. - Author Unknown
Yep, I wait by the door for mum to come in from the metal monster room. I can hear the door open and in she walks. She puts down her stuff and I lay down to get my tummy rubs and scritches.
These days I get to see mum first when she comes home as the runt is in quaratine in the sleepy room. So I am the official greeter of the house. Only once I have my fill of pets and scritches does mum go into the sleepy room.
Caturday all sorts of stuff happened. The guy next door came and stole part of our tree! Mum said he was supposed to do that. Mum owes him, but it will be a neighborly owe to buy him his favorite adult beverage!
Then some guy came and put in a new washy thing in the kitchen. Mum said to get a new one before the very old one broked and wouldn't work.
Finally Miss Lynn came by late Caturday afternoon. I got some attention, then they went back to see the runt. I could hear Miss Lynn, ooohing and ahhhing, over him. Then they went to eat, came back and mum let the runt out for a bit, so I chased him around to show Miss Lynn how THoE is played.
Sunday morning mum let the runt out again but put him inside the porch. She did finally let him out so we did the THoE, then this!
I won, pinned him down. Then mum made me leave the sleepy room. But the runt has spunk. In the words of Lou Grant, "I hate spunk."