My house

Lily is gone. She is now with her master in an apartment. I have the house to myself except for the dogs, of course.

My routine is to lay around the house, either upstairs or downstairs. The dogs don't bother me. In the evening, I want attention. I go up to the lady and request a good scratch behind the ears. Rub, rub, rub...doesn't she get it?

I'm still nervous with sudden movements or noise, but things feel much better now. This is my house.