When I go to see him in the afternoon, he's a little whiny but pretty mellow. He likes rubby-rubs and returns the favor in kind by rubbing all over my pants, back and forth, because in his previous life Loki was a cat.
|Loki and Lokitty.|
... and this mist is his hair.
I switch from petting to brushing and combing, and after a while, I depart and leave him forlorn.
In the evening, energized and ready for play and excited that my return has healed his broken heart, Loki is more openly enthusiastic about expressing his love for me.
I'm beginning to think that maybe I'm in an abusive relationship.
Have a happy and hopefully injury-free weekend, folks! Have you ever pet-sat before? Did you come away with battle scars?