Yeah, it's what I do. Run stairs. Sorta barefooted. But they're right here, and you know how stair work makes our buts look good. OK, I made that up.
I came in this evening, all sweaty, all tired and out of breath, and Casius sent me straight to the shower lest I dampen his felinical fur.
Upon exiting, I found this on the couch.
A fruit plate. Casius made me a fruit plate! How appropriate.
I think he's trying to keep me healthy, not so much to prolong the delightful company that I can be, but probably more to prolong the coverage on those credit cards he likes to use in the evenings. And the ear rubs.