I have traveled all day and got back home to little Eleven at ~9:30. I didn’t know what to expect. Would he remember me? Would he be standoffish at first? Would he be pissed at me?
I have never gotten a welcome home like what I just experienced. Never so much unconditional love. He wouldn’t let me alone. Wouldn’t let me type. Constantly meowing— in joy. A remonstrating meow only when I went from one place to another, like “Get back here!” On me like a big, beautiful, loving flea wherever I went in the house. I have never experienced love like that.
In heaven with Eleven.
