So
qbear was in the kitchen making dinner earlier (whole-wheat pasta with tuna and sugar snap peas), when I came up behind him and tenderly hugged him.
"I'm sorry, bear," I said softly in his ear. "I've been so busy with schoolwork, and trying to get through this semester, and worries about finding a job, that I haven't been able to devote as much attention to you as I'd like. But you know I love you, and once classes finish next week, and things settle down, I'll be able to give you more of my time, and have more fun with you."
"I KNOW!" he replied. "Where's Fun Stevie?! Let's bring him back! Have a big drink! A drunken Stevie is a fun Stevie!"
Maybe you had to be there ...