I love when i get home from work. The cats have been sleeping all day and are full of energi for about 10 minutes before going back to rest But those 10 minutes are my favorite time of the day and its impossible to see that they turned 15 a few months ago. They are running, chasing, playing, attacking and doing all the things they did all the time when a lot younger.
Oh I hear you there. when Jon gets home everyone in the household comes alive, running, jumping and playing and of course swamping daddy. He's often asked me if they are that crazy for me all day and nope, they are use to me being home so for the most part they are just furry furniture and throw rugs during the day, but let dad walk thorough the door and the madness begins. I equate it to when little kids see dad..Mom is always there and she enforces the rules, she's no fun. But Dad on the other hand is all about playtime. Plus it doesn't help that he lets them get away with things I won't like begging for food at the table, mugging him for whatever he's eating and getting up on furniture that is normally a no no with mom. Like the antique dining room table so they can sit in the sun. :roll: I finally gave up on the table and just covered it with a heavy tablecloth which is now the cat version of a slip and slide. Apparently it is great fun to go running at full tilt, leap on the table and slid off with the table cloth.