It doesn’t mater when I get home. It doesn’t mater how long I’ve been gone. If I don’t immediately hunt for them they will come out to greet me.
The flight was delayed for hours – it was past midnight – and two meowy purry happy kitties came out to greet me. A good night’s snuggle and THEN the most fun of all is the inspection of the luggage for new smells.
Rusty takes that job very seriously and gives it his full attention (so much so that it is difficult to get a photo of anything except the backside of his head).