little_homecomings grendel the cats greet me eagerly as i open the door after returning from work each jockeying for the prime spot to get the first petting as i put my backpack down Snowflake stands on her hind legs to reach up to my hand, Butterscotch circles around my ankles, Tonya sits on the table by the door and Spooky waits patiently atop the refrigerator, petted last but usually longest (as she is the only one who will sit still for more than the obligatory greetings) go back outside for a minute, watch the feral kitten from the trailer park next door chase a bug through the courtyard and back through his hole in the fence to the trailers go back in, feed the cats, feed myself...deal with the occasional cat walking over me while i read or work. Butterscotch, small and runty flopping down on top of the book i'm reading...practically demanding a belly-rub (little monkey) 101124 what's it to you? who go blather from