I came home, today, and Thunder greeted me, of course. He wanted all my attention. I wanted supper. I stuck my meal in the microwave, and he still wanted attention. I tried to get him to eat his supper, but that isn't what he wanted.
I had 3 minutes until my meal was ready, so I followed him around and told him how beautiful he is. I tried to get him to eat, and he still refused. I followed him around some more while he purred and showed me his scratching post, his other scratching post, his pad, his pedestal, his other pad...
This is how it always is with him. After a while, he was ready to eat, and I was able to get my supper, too. He is one of those cats who is truly, truly happy to see me--and isn't just happy that I am home to feed him. He makes me feel very loved.
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