On top of that, I had to spend quite a few hours in the afternoon/evening where he's not allowed, meaning I had to leave him in the car. He was so happy when we got home a little after eight and he realized I wasn't going anywhere, he started rubbing against the walls like a cat and gathering his toys into piles on the living room floor.
Poor, neglected Monster.
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