I also spent two weeks as a live-in cat sitter for a friend on vacation. He’d yell at me, and when I approached him, 1/5 times he’d lead me to his bowl. The other 4, he’d walk to the couch then look at me expectantly. If I laid down, he’d hop on my chest, then flop over into my arm and start purr-snoring within a minute.

Hell Yeah

I miss him. But it’s a good pain.