I know you've had a quiet few days, while your sister drank tea, stole muffins, climbed curtains and vanished the giant spider of death. (It disappeared. We think she ate it.) I should have known you were saving up.
Coming into the lounge last night to find you rubbing your head all over my mobile as if it was made of catnip was a surprise. Once I had extracted it from your grasp, I was even more surprised to find there was a call in progress. It seems you were calling your other staff member who was a little late home from work.
I confirmed this when it rang a few minutes later from a very confused DH. He played me the message when he got back: two minutes of heavy purring, rubbing noises, and then me asking what you are doing with my phone. And having heard it, I am so very glad you didn't call anyone else.
Your staff (who've already had to move the landline because you liked standing on redial buttons and meowing. You do know people can't stroke you through the phone right?)