Once I'm at work I'm usually okay (unless it's a bad day, and then I desperately wish my kitties were here to comfort me), but when I leave in the mornings it can be very, very hard. Spike has this "see Meowmy to the door" routine where he becomes incredibly cute and needy, and it's next to impossible to walk away from that -- who can resist that lovable face and all the purring?!?
And then, of course, there are the days when I'd like nothing more than to crawl into bed with a pair of purring, cuddly kitty-cats and pull the covers up over my head. This week has been filled with those days.