The other day I was sitting in my recliner trying to clean the living room and Dax came up to me and rubbed against my leg and meowed at me. Not sure what she wanted, I went back to cleaning. She meowed again, this time a little more loudly. I reach down and pet her and she runs off. A moment later I heard her dragging something behind her. She came into the living room with the fish from her fishing toy pole in her mouth, the pole dragging on the floor behind her. She sat down, and gave me this look like "Look...I don't know how more clear I can be here...play with me Dad."
It was adorable and heartbreaking at the same time because apparently, she was feeling neglected.
It was adorable and heartbreaking at the same time because apparently, she was feeling neglected.