Melissa writes to say our cat, Floyd, has chosen the following means to express his insistence that I return home to my rightful role: amusing him with ping pong balls and laser pointers.
Floyd and I miss you and to prove the point Floyd pulled a pair of your
underwear out of a load of clean laundry I put on our bed yesterday.
He then took a quick bath, curled up and went to sleep. Since then he
has spent all of his napping time, at least 20 of the last 24 hours,
sleeping on your underwear.
This is a bit odd, given that Floyd usually flees whenever I come within a foot of him (he’s absurdly afraid of me, though I’m sure it makes perfect sense to him). Maybe he just wants me where he can keep an eye on me.