When I get back from the grocery store, I start unpacking groceries,
sodas, and whatnot.

This usually involves my sitting on the kitchen floor, in front of the
open fridge, and rearranging things while I add new groceries. It
often takes a little while, as I shift things around, throw away
anything grungy (not often, but sometimes), and find room.

Senyah was talking to me, and holding the fridge door open. Buster
very quietly sneaked around the fridge door, and eased himself into my
lap, with an audible sigh.

I petted him and told him what a lovable boy he is.

He knew I would be there for a while, but he was still unhappy when I
did eventually finish and had to get up.

What a love kitty he is. I will have to make more lap time later
tonight to make him feel better. Okay, to make us both feel better
(big grin).

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark