feeling welcomed

After being gone for about 36 hours, I felt a feline welcome home when I walked through the door yesterday afternoon. Ender jumped up from his sleeping perch, scurried over to where I was and gleefully allowed himself to be picked up. For the next 4 minutes or so he purred while clinging onto my shoulder with his claws, not wanting to be put down. In fact, if I made a motion to put him down, or adjust him, he tightened his grip and looked at me with mournful eyes. Sweet cat.