Waiting for him….
My other half travels a fair bit with his job, and while he is gone, Miss Maggie rarely stirs from her window perch. She watches and waits, and waits and watches. And, occassionally, she turns and gives me a face like this.
Isn’t that the saddest face?
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This is what growing up with cats does to you. I think I belong on the arms of chairs.
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