Since Karen and I have been home, we’ve been smothered by cats. They are VERY happy to see us, and sitting anywhere in the house – or even standing still for a few minutes in one place – is enough to invite them. At least one, and more often both of them, jump up, claw up, or head-butt around trying to get some attention. My poor sweatshirt is covered in cat hair, but I’m happy – they are warm and aside from the oversharp claws (I’ve GOT to trim those) pretty friendly guys to hang with.
My left arm is tired of holding Pooka while I write this though.