When I’m getting ready for work in the mornings, Renton is very good at making me feel guilty about leaving. All he has to do is lounge in the bed like this:
It makes it very hard to get ready for work in the mornings. His eyes are usually half-shut, too, but I didn’t sneak up on him that well.
My first words in the morning are always some form of “turd” because he will always leap up onto the bed right after I vacate it so he can sop up the remaining bits of warmth I’ve left in my slumber. He is such a turd.
I think he senses there is a change coming to the household — he has gotten very needy lately. That’s saying something, too, because he was needy in the first place. When I get home from work he is all “MEOW MEOW MEOW!!!” and absolutely grinding his head into my toenails. I don’t see how he doesn’t gouge out an eye. He senses the coming of Lydia.
Hermione, however, seems oblivious. She thinks the pretty room filled with stuff is for her, I imagine. She’s in for a surprise.
