Dieter has a firm rule about not letting Meow Meow into our bedroom (too many non-kitty-proof items), but we didn't want her to be lonely while I was stuck in bed. So he put up the kitty gate (which, to our amazement, she's never tried to leap) so she could see me.
She paced and cried and scolded and otherwise let us know that this was NOT how recovery is meant to be handled. As far as she was concerned, she wanted in so she could take matters into her own paws and tongue (I'm guessing she thought a good cuddle and a bath would set everything right?).
I'm finally moving around the house a little more today, to Meow Meow's relief. She was so glad to have me back that when I knelt down to give her some head scritches, she stretched up on her hind legs with an enormous purr and rubbed her jaw against my cheek. Such lovely greetings!
I missed her too.
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