October 6, 2013
I hear her meowing as I approach the my apartment door after being gone for a week. "I'm home, my love!" I call out, struggling to not drop the keys, fumbling with my suitcase. Sleeplessness on the red-eye has left me an odd hybrid of catatonic and restless. I cross the threshold, and there she is, my curvy black cat, staring at me like I've only been gone for a few hours in the morning, at the gym, as usual. I, of course, am the dog in this family, and slobber all over her, in near tears of delight. Woof.