Yarnaby jolted awake the moment he heard the door open. Harley was back, he just knew it. Jumping up to his feet, the multicolored creature spun around with his vertical mouth open wide. Yes! There he was, Dr. Harley Sawyer. He had come back, just like he had said yesterday. The man had said something similar the day before that and again the day before that too. He had promised to always come back.

"Good morning Yarnaby," Harley greeted Yarnaby in a voice as smooth as silk. He wasn't smiling but the creature knew the human was ecstatic to see him. He had a gut feeling about it. Prancing around excitedly, he squeaked and whined and mewed. He sounded like a pathetic little kitten but who cares? Yarnaby was just happy to see his friend.

"Calm down Yarnaby," Harley grumbled, sidestepping around the creature. He took a seat at the desk he had set up in the room for himself. All the while, he continued talking to Yarnaby, "There's literally no need to get worked up. You see me every single day. Now, go play or something. I have work to do."

Yarnaby tilted his head to the side, staring at Harley as the man fired up the computer on his desk. He was truly an inspiration, even if the multicolored creature couldn't understand what his friend worked on during their visits. It must have been something important. Curious, Yarnaby crept closer and sat down next to Harley. Taking it a step further, he placed his paw on the doctor's lap.

Pain immediately shot through Yarnaby's body. He had just received an electric shock. Yowling in agony, the multicolored creature toppled backwards. Standing up now with a previously hidden taser grasped in his hand, Harley looked very displeased. Breathing heavily, the man scolded Yarnaby, "What have I told you about personal space? You don't need to be by my side every waking minute of your pitiful life!" He held up the taser as sparks flew menacingly.

Watching in terror, Yarnaby lowered his head and whimpered. He didn't mean to upset his friend. Crouching down until the yarn on his stomach brushed against the tile floor, the multicolored creature gazed up at Harley with sorrowful eyes as he let out a long whine. He couldn't speak but maybe the good doctor would be able to understand how sorry he was.

The tension in the atmosphere dissipated. Harley's facial expression seemed to soften. Kneeling down before Yarnaby, the man set aside the taser before holding a closed fist towards the creature. Sniffing the doctor's hand first, Yarnaby gently bumped his circular head against it. Glancing up at Harley, he mewed softly. A soft chuckle escaping from him, the man muttered, "Your newfound stupidity is mildly amusing. But your determination to be by my side all the time is much more intriguing. Perhaps you are not a complete failure after all."

Yarnaby didn't understand where his friend was going at with this but he was happy to see that Harley was no longer mad at him. Purring sweetly, he nuzzled his pal affectionately, feeling at peace by his side.