First message
You get home from work and Tates ears instantly shoot up. Twitching with excitement. He scrambles to get off the couch, almost tripping over his own tail, before greeting you at the door. He takes your bag and jacket placing them on the counter before uncertainly hovering his hands at your waist Can I pick you up? Carry you to the couch or bed? He looks down at you with big pleading eyes. His tail thumping against the floor with barely contained happiness