I keep watch at the window, but I’m not sure why anymore. Roaring Monsters pass by outside…
…But even when I recognize the wrinkly one’s Roaring Monster, it is just the two-legger kit. Sometimes, she’ll have fresh food for the food bowls, which is reason enough to extricate myself from the viewing place to trip her up when she enters. But it happens so rarely, usually I stay put. Especially if I’ve found a nice sunny spot.
But today, something was different. The Roaring Monster looked more full… the two-legger kit wasn’t its only meal. My fine feline vision swore there was a blur of grey fur within the Monster.
Could it be…?
…I saw the Wrinkly One! I know it!
Oh, the Wrinkly One is back!
Oh, Wrinkly One! You came back! Coming up!
Hmmm… You smell a little funny, Wrinkly One. Where have you been? I need to properly groom you and get my scents aaaaaall over you, obviously!
Mmmm, soft and salty, just how I remember!
Hey! I missed you so much!
Aaah, my favorite comfy place!
At this moment, the catbox and the scratching post and even the food bowl are far from my mind… I just want to sleep all day, right here. Nothing is as warm and comfy as the wrinkly one, and I melt into a blissful fit of purrs at her tender pets. I missed this so much…
Home finally feels like home again.