“Anyway,” Zooey said ignoring the issue at hand, “Where were you?” She moved to pick up Mr. Williamson, who was absorbed in his dish of condensed milk. He hissed and she drew back. The cat continued to drink happily.

“Besides getting proper cat food?” Fritz laughed, “No, seriously, I was out getting inspiration in the usual form of early morning coffee from that one little place, you know, with the giant rooster statue out front?”

Zooey nodded.

“Well,” Fritz continued, “You won’t believe it, but they put in a Starbucks right across the street.”

“Bastards!” Zooey shouted in an exasperated tone.

“I know,” Fritz said annoyed, “But it gets better. So, I’m outside of the rooster place and I’m getting ready to go stir up some serious trouble, when I see this gorgeous guy standing in front of Starbucks and we were just looking at each other from across the street and he waved! I tried to cross the street to talk to him, but he was gone when i got there.”

Mr. Williamson looked up from his milk.