The male resident of the house has made it home for the night again. As usual he came up to the door really slow, and decided he was unable to walk any further. Lazy bum he is. Had to carry him in again.
Awww, carrying a big plush black cat sounds wonderful.
He's such a player.
He just collapses in front of my feet at night. Maybe softly miauwing, maybe not even that.
Then I lift him up, and carry him over my shoulder. Instantaneously, he'll start purring.
And, once inside, he'll be doing the awkward socialising with Luna, or he'll start frantically chasing fake mice or pieces of paper.