You’re right. Every morning I go out to get the newspaper and wave goodbye to Hubby on his way to work.
When I go back inside, there is always at least one cat sitting there inside the door, waiting to greet me on my return.
Aww, sweet babies. They really do love their people.
When I was a kid, we always had cats. My father came from a family of cat-lovers, and my mom said she had to become one in self-defense. We had one cat who knew exactly what time my dad would be coming home from work. About five minutes before he arrived, the cat would go to the storm door and stand on his back legs, on the lookout for him.
And my dad wasn’t even the one who fed him, LOL.