Mr. Williamson meowed pathetically in attempts to lure Zooey into feeding him and hopped down from under the bedsheets. The tiny kitten sat before Zooey who bent down to scoop him up.

“Allergic to cats huh, Fritz is such a liar,” Zooey laughed into the whiskered face of Mr. Williamson. She took the kitten into the kitchen and propped him up on the counter where he explored the various contents of the dirty coffee cups displayed neatly next to the sink. Zooey watched him intently and laughed as he stuck his face into a cup and immediately brought it out with a look of sheer kitten disgust.

“I know, I know…but we just don’t have the heart to wash them,” she said apologetically to the cat, “Just like we didn’t have the heart to give you back to our neighbour.” Zooey set a saucer full of soymilk next to Mr. Williamson who licked at it and sneezed, walking away with a bored expression.

“Sorry we don’t have real stuff,” she said looking at the sink.

Suddenly Zooey had a use for the condensed milk.