Mommy, Get a Move On

I came home from my first day at my new job (after stopping at the gym to pretend I’m a gazelle on the elliptical machine), to find Captain waiting at the top of the stairs.

“Mrow!” he said, and I felt missed.

“Mrow!” he said, and I felt loved.

I went to pat him and he said, “MROW!” and ran… to the back door.

I assume, based on the evidence, that the conversation went more like this:

“Mommy, good, you’re home. Open the door!

“Mommy, now that you’re home I see no reason for you not to be opening the door.

“MOMMY, OPEN THE DOOR. I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THESE SHENANIGANS. I HAVE THINGS TO SNIFF OUTSIDE. GET A MOVE ON!”

Thanks Buddy. Missed you too.

 

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