Buffy and Spike did the happy dance when I retired from the day job. I've gotten pretty fluent in cat speak and I heard them whispering - "she'll be at our beck and call all day." It didn't quite work out that way.
I spend long hours at the computer. Most of the time I'm in a world of my own. When Spike drops his mouse at my feet for a game of fetch, sometimes I don't even notice. Today he was really pissed. I had to nudge him off the keyboard several times while I tried to sprint. I couldn't really blame him.
All morning he let me bounce ideas off him, only speaking up when I had a really dumb idea. Buffy is the quiet one but she did her part. She's one hell of a paperweight. Sitting on my desk, like a little gargoyle, she let nothing slip to the floor. And when I didn't make my goal they let me put the blame on them. What could I do? I stopped everything and gave them the adulation they deserved. Then I opened a big can of Fancy Feast.