There Are Some Nights....

when the household is asleep and I'm the only one still up and working (happens a lot these days). Ricky would walk into my room, hang around my study desk and start whining softly. I would hold sit on the floor, hug him and he would lean his entire weight on me. The whining would stop and there would be a moment of peace. And love. And tenderness. Then I would go for a drink in the kitchen and Ricky would follow, staring intently at the fridge. And then I figured out why he was whining - he had woken up too late and missed his nightly snack of apples provided by my mum. Once fed, he would immediately go back to sleep.

So much for thinking he wanted my hugs.

Haha.