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The first time we left Spencer for an overnight case, he became agitated when he saw us packing our satchels. I tried to assure him we would not be gone long, but he watched us climb into the cab with an air of forlorn abandonment, seated on the stoop with his striped tail tucked around his feet.
When we returned two days later, he met us at the front door despite the lateness of the hour. Mrs. Hudson told us he'd waited near the door almost constantly, though she could coax him away briefly with bits of chicken, his favorite. He meowed up at us as if expressing his pleasure at our return, or perhaps scolding us for our absence. I knelt to pet him and he enthusiastically pressed closer to me, audibly purring.
I think he would have remained there for hours, but I was weary. I scooped him into my arms to take him with me to my room and he kneaded my shoulder, still purring. Holmes looked amused but had the courtesy not to comment.