Wheres the Fancy Feast?
Normally when I come home after a long day, Hope is standing right at the door, purring so loudly that I worry for her emotional state of mind. I pick her up and she literally snuggles, purring like crazy, and while I realize that it is really about the possibility of a Fancy Feast meal, I like to think she is happy to see me. BUT – sometimes – once in a blue moon, I walk in the door and the small purring machine is NOT waiting for me. My hallway (if you can call it that) is empty and barren. She is nowhere to be seen. I have to admit I have a moment of loneliness when this occurs, I miss being greeted like that, so I call out, “Hope?” No response. I check the sink. She’s not there. “Hope?” I call out again, like a jealous lover. I move into the apartment, still no furry purring creature … … and I walk into my main room and this is what I see. She is so in the midst of doing her own thing, sleeping so deeply that even when I pet her she barely stirs … and it just cracks me up bec
