Sheeba sleeps much of the day while we're at home together, but when Ken gets home, no matter where Sheeba is at, he comes running. If he's in the basement, he'll come galloping up the stairs; if he's back in the bedroom, he'll come trotting down the hallway; if he's sleeping soundly on the warmth of Ken's laptop, he'll sloooowly get up and stretch, and come over to the door to greet Ken. He then follows Ken around like a puppy, meowing and chatting, and eventually flops over onto his side, rolls over onto his other side, and looks generally adorable. Why? He's waiting for his nightly kitty massage. Note the way he hangs onto the carpet for dear life, and although you probably can't hear it in this video, he purrs like crazy the entire time.
