After my 13-hour day yesterday carrying around two cameras and a bag with three lenses, batteries and other gear in it, I got home to find our cat Zoe meowing at me for affection.
And by meowing, I mean yelling and screaming profanities.
I picked her up and played with her a bit. She asked me to put the faucet on so she could lick water. And then she posed for a couple photos.
Then we watched a bit of TV where she curled up in a nook on my hip and went to sleep.
This is the same cat that stayed away from me for years.