As Zooey poured Mr. Williamson a saucer full of the Panda condensed milk, she heard the usual sound of Fritz struggling to open the door with his key. From the kitchen she heard him in the hallway trying hard to keep quiet.

“He must think I’m still asleep,” Zooey whispered to the cat who was happily gorging himself with condensed milk. Zooey saw Fritz quietly tiptoeing barefoot from where she stood.

“Sneaking in are you?” She said. Fritz looked scared for a minute before relaxing his shoulders and heading into the kitchen.

“I see you never took Mr. Williamson back to Nancy’s place,” Zooey said, stroking the kitten’s pumpkin coloured fur.

“I couldn’t do it,” he defended, “I want to cum with cuteness every time i look at him. It’s just, unreal. Besides, I’m still sticking to the story that the sofa ate him if anyone asks. Better relay that to Nancy.”

“Only because that’s the most logical reason I can tell her when explaining why one of the kittens went missing?”