Ah yes, those cozy days full of sunpuddles and noms, and petting and playing and attention anytime I asked for it.
Those days are gone now, Kitties, gone like the wind that swept through Georgia. Or like the fog that swept through San Francisco.
The Human waves a melancholy goodbye before 6:30 a.m., and with her go the tasty treats, the wand toys, and (sob) the brushies. The brushies, my friends.
And what happens when she staggers in at 4:30 p.m. or even later? Well, she says hello, pats my adorable furry head, and proceeds to forget I am even alive. That's what happens. I swear.
Does anyone need a live-in boyfriend? I've been, um, snipped, but I don't eat too much and I give a very nice baff.