My kitties do kicks and high fives.
Our kitty gets sad. But that’s because the oldest boy is married, gone and has his own kitty. The youngest just left for his senior year at Purdue. Kitty just sits in the parlor where he kept his stuff and mopes.
No, no, no…AndyCat, an inside boy, get down and blue when I leave home and when I get back, he’s pacing by the door. Meow meow meow, which roughly translates to “You left me, how come? How dare you? Don’t you know I depend on you for EVERYTHING all the time? Where’s my catnip? Where’s my Party Mix? Why’d you stay away a WHOLE HOUR? You didn’t ask permission or anything. You’re bad, you’re rotten, where’s my catnip?” Meow meow meow.