Yesterday I was back into routine with Mom.
When we got to the office to visit the Nice Ladies,
I didn't spend much time hiding under my chair.
Instead I wandered around.
I was happy to be with Mom on such a beautiful day.
I expressed my joy by rolling around on the
chair next to her for quite some time.
Then I moved to the chair by the window
to check out the scenery.
Afterwards I resumed my exploration of the office.
This is, after all, part of my domain.
It was a bit warmer, so I actually got some
good outside time.
I looked for Angel, but she just wasn't there.
Mom busied herself around the house, so I commenced meowing.
I meowed and meowed and meowed.
I told Mom about every little need I had.
Even when she let me outside I continued to meow.
It was still twilight when I insisted on my nighttime reconnaissance.
I had meowed so much that Mom just had to give in
just to get me to shut up.
It sure paid off!
I had a great time.
I explored all over!
I didn't even care that there were other humans out;
or that some of them were walking dogs.
Eventually we had to go back inside.
I reluctantly settled onto Mom's lap.
Then the comfort of the situation got the best of me.
I stayed there for-e-ver.
I'm sure Mom wanted to get up at some point...
...but I found out there's a human rule.
I suspected it before, but tonight it was confirmed.
I figured it out when Nice Boy and his mom came by
and Mom didn't get up to get the door.
She waited for Daddy to do it.
Apparently, if a cat lays on a human's lap,
they can't get up!