I pulled into the driveway this evening, and there he was – Chase, peeking out the window between the drapes. As soon as I shut the car off, he disappeared and ran for the front door. I know it’s not my personality he’s interested in. He likes me for my thumbs and the fact that I can open the canned cat food. He eats as soon as I get home so my homecoming is always special to him. ANY kind of food is special to him.
|Chase standing on his hind legs, begging at the kitchen cabinets|
Still when you come home to an empty house (like I did this evening), that extra kitty attention sure is nice.