Waiting

Do you know when he's coming home?! I prance around the house for a few hours, then settle down. The humans don't want to play and my human, Tom, hasn't been home for a while. I sit at the door, always waiting for the handle to turn. The human, Jack, picks me up and carries me to the car. The car seems more dreary than usual. I think it's because all the humans are wearing black, but everything is black and white to me, so how should I know. We arrive and they take me inside. Oooh! There's my human!