I spent the weekend over at my sister's. Before leaving, I made sure the little tiger had enough water, food and clean kitty litter. All I packed was a toothbrush.
Came home Sunday night and kitty was so happy to see me. I felt his tears of joy as he meowed and purred and begged for attention and tummy rubs and caresses and more.
This morning as I was leaving for work, he was acting a bit moody not wanting me to go, even if it was for six hours.
I can almost picture the jealous fit he's going to throw when I find myself a girlfriend.
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