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<\/p>\nNormally when I come home after a long day, Hope is standing right at the door, purring so loudly that I worry for her emotional state of mind. I pick her up and she literally snuggles<\/i>, purring like crazy, and while I realize that it is really about the possibility of a Fancy Feast meal, I like to think she is happy to see me.<\/p>\n
BUT – sometimes – once in a blue moon, I walk in the door and the small purring machine is NOT waiting for me. My hallway (if you can call it that) is empty and barren. She is nowhere to be seen. I have to admit I have a moment of loneliness when this occurs, I miss being greeted like that, so I call out, “Hope?” No response. I check the sink. She’s not there. “Hope?” I call out again, like a jealous lover. I move into the apartment, still no furry purring creature …<\/p>\n
… and I walk into my main room and this is what I see.<\/p>\n
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She is so in the midst of doing her own thing, sleeping so deeply that even when I pet her she barely stirs … and it just cracks me up because it makes me realize that I do not have a pet, really. I have a roommate<\/i>. I love that. I love when she just goes ahead and does her own thing – although sometimes it is amusing when she follows me from room to room, even deciding to urinate when I decide to urinate … like: Hon, you don’t need to sync up your bladder with mine, seriously, just chillax … but I love it best when I see her splayed out in some napping pose like that and can’t even be bothered to greet me at the door.<\/p>\n
Of course once she realizes I’m home, she becomes a pest and a half, due to the impending Fancy Feast ritual.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Normally when I come home after a long day, Hope is standing right at the door, purring so loudly that I worry for her emotional state of mind. I pick her up and she literally snuggles, purring like crazy, and … Continue reading