In general my housemate's cat barely tolerates me. Most times he actively avoids me or just sits there giving me the "what the fuck do you want" eye. I was surprised, therefore, when I came home yesterday that he actually showed some middling interest in my pressence. It was almost as if he was saying "What? You're not dead?" as he inquisitively peered over the couch at me. He had been in the middle of a particularly strenuous fur-licking, and had that surprised look in his eyes. He then actually climbed up onto the back of the couch and let me pet him for a while.
Now that's fine homecoming.