Saaaaaaad Kitty

When Jim has to work, the cat he had prior to us being married goes into mourning. He begins by sitting at the end of the end of the hall next to our bedroom door and eventually ends up on our bed about an hour before Jim comes home. The whole time he keeps waiting for Jim to come out of our bedroom, even though he sees him leave for work each morning. Once Jim comes home he goes right to his bed, because all is right with the world once again.

Is he home, yet?

How about now?

Well, I might as well rest my head while I wait.