This is how he lets us know he's feeling better.

[enemyofperfect]

At an hour of the morning when birds are awake but I would really rather not be, there came from downstairs an interesting racket. Quoth the cat (I translate loosely from the original feline):

"I'm LONELY! Why won't you PLAY with me?"

Pause for assorted crashing noises.

"That was less interesting than I hoped! Where ARE you all? I'm LONELY!"

He was so relieved when he saw me. He thought I'd disappeared and he'd never get any attention again ever. Ever!

Yeah, I love you too, you impossible little nuisance.

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[enemyofperfect]

200000 seems like a good number of photos to take of your dogs, I think. I mean, if you want to be conservative.

Actually I fail at taking pictures of my pets, I always get distracted by actually petting them, or else end up getting a really good view of their looking away in scorn. But I understand the impulse, I do believe. Like, how are they so cute, anyway?