by Nicki J. Markus
His dinner was not on the table. He sighed and plodded across the room; where he discovered the situation was even worse than he’d first thought. Not only was dinner not ready, there was no sign it was even in the early stages of preparation. What was going on? This was unacceptable. He was starving, and he could hardly be expected to manage on his own at his advanced age.
The door opened and she strode in, not looking the least bit penitent. He made his displeasure known, and she shook her head and smiled.
“It’s coming, you silly cat.”