A Little "Purrsonal" Time

A little "purrsonal" time. 

Our cat, Abby, is a cat who knows what she likes; not only what, but more importantly who. She has made it clear that Chuck is her favorite person, and she insists that he makes room for her in his arms, not only in the evening, but at lunch as well. 

Since we have been in the apartment, Chuck has had the luxury of coming home for lunch. I'm actually going to miss this when we move, because the new house is just a little too far from his work to continue doing so. 

Besides me I'm thinking the cat will miss this visit even more. Each day she patiently waits as Chuck eats his lunch. However, when he brings his dishes into the kitchen she proceeds with a laser-like stare as she watches his every move. She then makes her way over to his recliner, and waits for him to sit down. At that moment she jumps up into his lap for a little "purrsonal" time. 

She is literally in "cat heaven" and if given the chance would spend all day in her father's arms. Unfortunately, I don't think Chuck's boss would buy into a cat related excuse for his tardiness. Animals are interesting as they make their preferences known. I'll do in a pinch, but if given a choice Chuck will always be her favorite.