go to the house

You're in your car and off as soon as you can manage. Your pink pet Bubbles has her head in your lap, a free hand petting her head as she hums softly in appreciation. You'd barely gotten on the road when she'd done so, apparently so caught up with you that she couldn't bear to be less than 3 feet from you.

It's a wonderful feeling.

The adoring squirrel-skunk-creature writhes gently in your lap, nuzzling against your thigh lovingly. "I can't thank you enough, master..." she sighed musically as her puffy tail wags behind her.

"You think this is special?" you ask with interest. "Wait til you've got tv and fried food and the internet."
"That's alright," she says, rolling onto her back to look up at you and smiling her painted lips and little fangs up at you. "You're all I need anyway."
You smile and pinch her cheek playfully. "Same here, sweetheart," you agree as you park in your driveway. "Your castle awaits. Hope you like your stay and stick around for a long, long time."