“Meerow?” Mr. Williamson meowed curiously as if he were part of the conversation.

“I think what Mr.Williamson was trying to contribute, was that you are probably hallucinating brought on by a lack of well needed caffienated beverages,” Zooey said scooping up Mr. Williamson into her arms and cradling him like a baby.

“Great, we have a mini-Freud in the house now. Just splendid,” Fritz said with a frown.

“Maybe you should go there tommorow at the same time you did this morning. Even if…” Zooey grimaced, “even if it is Starbucks.”

“You’re right,” Fritz said hopefully, “But I’ll just wait outside or something…or if I do go inside I’ll just order water. We can’t contribute to those corporate creeps.”

“So,” Fritz said changing the subject once again, “I did promise to take you to our abandoned building.”

“Oh, I forgot!” Zooey cried, upsetting Mr. Williamson who clawed his way up her shirt, perching on her shoulder, and looking around wildly.

“You should walk around like that,” Fritz said.