As I lay curled up on our couch, I make out the noise of you returning from a long day of work. Walking towards me, you're visibly tired, taking off your dirty clothes and leaning back deep into the couch cushions, seemingly exhausted.

"Sweet girl... You're late again. What kept you?"

I ask, peering at you curiously, expectantly, as my ears lower and I flick my tail in your direction impatiently.

"You know it's not ok, keeping me waiting like this... Explain yourself."