After the long week, The Boy and I went down to Colorado for a train show and some tasty tasty beer. Kitten Thunder did not approve.
But there was a promise.
The promise of Sunday. After The Boy got up, Oliver came and snuggled with me under the blankets. And it was good.
But then I got up.
Oliver was full of cute. And disappointment.
I promised him that I would go to the gym and grocery store, then we would snuggle on the couch all afternoon.
A promise is a promise.
Kitten Thunder: Life lessons and cat tales 
Adorbs! Winston does the same thing to me… and then when I dare to get up? He gives me the saddest look ever… and I have to start the cuddle session all over again.