Last night, I came home and - finally - my human was there.
It was good to see him. I meowed to let him know this... then demanded food.
When I finished eating, I jumped onto my human's bed (which is my bed, really) and walked up and down him, purring, to show how happy I was.
I tried several different sleeping positions, but, in the end, I curled up by his shoulder. This put me within easy reach of his arms so that he could stroke my head, scratch my ears, and tickle my chin.
I made sure that I pawed him enough times, and used my cutest meow, to remind him to do this.
I was happy.
I slept.
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