I am near the end of this pet-sitting visit. Another day or so, and you’ll be free of me. I “say” this, that you’ll be free of me, as you rest comfortably on my lap, listening to the BBC and avoiding being upset by your pet brethren who surround us in various states of repose.
You and I formed a new bond on this visit. If I miss saying goodnight to you, you sit outside the bedroom door crying until I participate in the ritual. Then you are happy and go off to do whatever it is that you do while the dogs and I sleep.
You are a sweet cat. I enjoy my time with you. You’re also sneaky, ducking your head in at the food while I prepare it, trying to get a quick bite. You make me me laugh.