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So I come home from the store and as I open the door, I see that Casey's hiding behind the television. There's only one thing that makes her do that. Sure enough, when I walk in, there's Zeke, lying quite comfy in a pool of sunlight next to the bookcase.
"Zeke!" I yell. He opens one eye, then gets up, stretches casually, and saunters over to the door. He KNOWS he's not supposed to be in here, but does he care? Fuck no.
"You weren't here so I thought I'd come in and relax," he tells me. "So shut up and get me my food, woman."
I take him out on the porch, rub his neck and give him some food. Then I laugh because, fuck it, he's Zeke. I was expecting maybe he'd obey the rules? HAH.
So I come home from the store and as I open the door, I see that Casey's hiding behind the television. There's only one thing that makes her do that. Sure enough, when I walk in, there's Zeke, lying quite comfy in a pool of sunlight next to the bookcase.
"Zeke!" I yell. He opens one eye, then gets up, stretches casually, and saunters over to the door. He KNOWS he's not supposed to be in here, but does he care? Fuck no.
"You weren't here so I thought I'd come in and relax," he tells me. "So shut up and get me my food, woman."
I take him out on the porch, rub his neck and give him some food. Then I laugh because, fuck it, he's Zeke. I was expecting maybe he'd obey the rules? HAH.
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Date: Friday, March 21st, 2008 10:10 am (UTC)