He pulled into his driveway struggling to keep his eyes open. It was all he could do to lift himself out of the comfortable car seat and go into the house. He could hear Sasha’s claws on the marble floor, running towards him, even before he put the key in the door.
“Hello, girl,” he said, easily finding the energy to squat down to receive a faceful of ‘welcome home’ licks. “Aw, I missed you too, girl. I missed you, too.”
Sasha followed him to the kitchen, her tail wagging frantically. She shadowed him as he went from the cupboard to the fridge to her bowl.
“You’re going to trip me over, Sasha,” he said, realising he was frowning.
He fed Sasha and changed the water in her bowl, but was then too tired to fix himself any dinner. He climbed the stairs to his bedroom, took his shoes and socks off, removed his pants and shirt, and fell into bed.
There was nothing but oblivion until late the following morning.