The whole world was asleep, Dwight thought, rising. He liked this time of night; it made him feel alone in the world, omnipotent.
Downstairs, the creatures probably awaited their evening meal. It would be late tonight, but they couldn’t complain: he was providing it all free of charge. “Out of the goodness of my heart,” Dwight said. He headed out to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, he took down the big five-gallon plastic bucket he used to feed them. He crossed the kitchen to the cupboard where they kept the 9-Lives cat food for the family tabby, Pitty Sing. When they had left Dwight, his wife and daughter had left behind almost a case of the stuff. Divine Providence. Dwight took down three cans and opened them with the electric can opener. He hadn’t known what to do with them up until now;
