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I get home tonight, mouth watering for the sausage chili and crackers I got on my way home. I did not have time for lunch today so I was crazy hungry and my stomach growling. Now it was hard enough to get in from the garage and up through the stairwell with out sampling but I made it. Upon entering the apartment, I scratch a Finnigan's belly and ears as he stretches out in a purring fit on the rug. I try not to let the saliva gooeyness forming in my mouth drip out or my extreme hunger pains stop me from performing my walking through the door duty. I did hurry through it a bit figuring I would make it up with a spirited game of hide and seek later on. I mean come on, it has been since breakfast and I'm wasting away here.

So forgoing the dining room table, which is really more of a place to set my mail anyway, I plop down on the couch and dig in. Yet there is something wrong. It feels like I am being watched. Yes, I am definetly being stared at. And I know why. Pulling the newspaper up directly in front of my face does not help. I can feel the gaze practically burning a hole through the paper. I slowly pull it down and there he is, just looking at me like "What The Fuck?" I try to ignore the quizzical look a little longer but it just gets worse, not the look but my guilt. You see, he's waiting and wondering where his nightly treat is. His cute little face tilted sideways and his ears pointed in the most adorable position possible, yet his glare still says WTF?.

It's a ritual, every time I get home at night, whether it's right after work or late night if I am out and about, he gets some turkey. But I ran out and I thought surly he would understand and perch himself atop his kitty tree where he waits for me to finish my dinner and just understand that life isn't always fair. He'll be a good kitty witty and wait until tomorrow right? But no. There he was, big eyes and tilted head. Do you think animals know how cute the tilted head is and use it against us? Anyway, in the fridge went the chili and out the door went me to the local deli. How could I not do that for the one who is always so happy to see me when I come home and when I wake up in the morning. Besides, just look at that face.