It was just before noon when she arrived at the house. “Now what?” she asked Sammy, as she punched the keypad to arm the alarm. “I usually work late on Fridays, trying to get ahead before the weekend. I'm going to have such a pile of work on Monday, it will be like shoveling snow to get out from underneath it.
The kitten regarded her from his usual perch on the dining chair with bored blue-gray eyes and yawned hugely.
“I see my worries don't matter to you at all. Thanks for the support, little buddy. Why don't you give me suggestions of something to do? I'm already bored and it's not even afternoon yet.”
Sammy wandered over and stared at his empty food dish.
“No, you don't, greedy boy,” Selene admonished. “Not until supper time. You're getting too fat already.”
Offended, Sammy stalked
