Saturday, May 18, 2013

trapped


Most days I come home from work to find him waiting at the door, anxious to scream in my face.  I usually have to follow him around for a little bit until he finally lets me pick him up for cuddles and pets.

If it's a good day, he relaxes himself and spends some time with me, but this is rare.  Consequently, on days when he decides to stay with me, I regret not taking a bathroom break before our cuddles.  Because once he settles in there is NO disturbing him.

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