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Hoooome
Hooome. Tired. Needy cats. Sora took a while to believe that we were actually who we claimed to be. I found him huddled on a piece of cat furniture in the spare bedroom, tucking himself as far as he could into a corner. I let him sniff my hand thoroughly, after which he rubbed his head against it, hard. He's now gained enough confidence to creep out and cautiously sniff everything we brought back, although he's still a bit more jumpy than usual.
He was obviously aware that it *might* be us coming in -- if he hadn't thought it was us, he'd have been hidden under the bed, against the wall, in the exact center.
Nefer was waiting at the door for us, and after a thorough sniff, flopped down and demanded belly rubs.
He was obviously aware that it *might* be us coming in -- if he hadn't thought it was us, he'd have been hidden under the bed, against the wall, in the exact center.
Nefer was waiting at the door for us, and after a thorough sniff, flopped down and demanded belly rubs.
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...that your cats have something to do with the missing soda.
:O