Someone Waits for Me

I pulled into the driveway this evening, and there he was – Chase, peeking out the window between the drapes.  As soon as I shut the car off, he disappeared and ran for the front door.  I know it’s not my personality he’s interested in.  He likes me for my thumbs and the fact that I can open the canned cat food.  He eats as soon as I get home so my homecoming is always special to him. ANY kind of food is special to him.

Chase standing on his hind legs, begging at the kitchen cabinets

Still when you come home to an empty house (like I did this evening), that extra kitty attention sure is nice.