Familiar steps, soothing perfume excite him. Suddenly nothing matters and he leaps over the lazy dog's head and flies to the door. **she's home! my Love... stroke me, love me, mmmmmmm** Twining around her legs, scent marking personal identifier. **mine! no dog, no other, mine!** He follows her loyally to the kitchen, and then to the bathroom, narrowly avoiding being stepped on several times. Slamming door nearly gets whiskers, but nimble nose protects. **Love! your toes my prey paws reaching...** Seductive can-opener noise lures him back to the kitchen.