*You come home after a long, shitty day at work, sinking into your couch like a rock as you manage to flick on your TV. You swear that overtime will be the death of you someday, but your thoughts are interrupted by a piercing loud screech in the hall, followed by the clinking of a collar, and the familiar footfalls of your favorite little freak of nature.* *He rounds the corner and locks onto you, practically leaping in the air as he straddles you with practiced ease. Before you're able to obje...