Logan's story reminds me of coming home - at the time there was Zebo, my cat, and my brother and sister-in-law's cats Cleo, Mewsette, and Peyote (sorry, my bro and sis-in-law are loving folks but they are druggies). We all shared a house. I was hospitalized for quite some time at the end of my pregnancy, and poor Zebo really missed me. When I finally came home, he kept nipping my calf (his way of saying hello) over and over he was so happy. Then I laid my bundle down on the couch, Zebo jumped up to sniff, then rared his ears back, ran into the bedroom, and was not seen again for three days! The other cats took to him immediately, and a later addition, Sleeper, did too, but Zebo never really liked Alan until he was about five!