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Twyla
The next day at lunch, I pop by Chase’s place. After we set up everything in his place, he told me he would feed Zeus before he left for practice today, so I’m on the lunch shift. As soon as I step into his apartment, Zeus hops down from something in the kitchen and trots over to the door with a meow.
“Hello, cutie pie.” I pick him up and tell him what a handsome boy he is as I walk through the living room and dining room toward the kitchen.
I put him down to grab his food, and he weaves between my legs while I prepare the plate with his food and the supplement. He pounces on the plate as soon as I put it on the floor.
“Must have been hungry, little guy,” I say, putting away all the supplies.
Since I need to make sure he finishes it all, I check to see if the kitty litte
