After my three-week vacation back from my childhood home, I came back to the metro to a fat white cat, angry (but still cute), attacking and chasing me. Novo wouldn’t back down, not having his untrimmed claws and little teeth buried against my skin. Glad I was wearing enough clothing to cover down my ankle.
His usual protests after hugging and kissing him did not deter me from continuing, which seemed to ease some of the steam. At least he tried to express his disappointment with my absence after giving me the silent treatment upon my arrival.
I guess virtual calls weren’t enough, even though he showed affection by rolling over back and forth during those calls.
After a while, he finally softened and went back to his usual self, meowing and being affectionate, perhaps because it’s almost his dinner time.
Here’s some proof that we’re friends again, just after a day of being back home.
jessa 