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.
Le Café Wittypoots 
Zoe you’re so damn cute. Can’t wait to see you soon kitty.
She wants to write you a reply. She writes:
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Being fluent in catspeak, I can tell you it means: Bring Tuna Or Else.