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For the past week or so, Terrible Chester has been following me around, stalking me through the jungle and even through the Compound on large, feline feet. He's such a huge cat that one might think he'd have trouble being so quiet, but he never has. I imagine he's somehow better at being quiet than most other cats.
"I can see you up there," I inform him plainly as I begin to serve up breakfast this Friday morning. I've fallen into the simple routine of coming into the kitchen nearly every day and this Friday morning shift is something I look forward to all week. It may not be the Pico Mundo Grille, but it's a pretty good kitchen and I like the people of the island, so in the end, it all works out.
Chester is on top of the refrigerator and he's glaring at me, his tail swishing back and forth. I can only hope someone will come into the room soon and distract him for a few minutes. It's strangely uncomfortable to cook a meal with a cat staring at you.
[Breakfast is pancakes with fresh fruit, eggs, coffee, the works. You know the drill, tag Odd, tag each other, mingle. :D]
"I can see you up there," I inform him plainly as I begin to serve up breakfast this Friday morning. I've fallen into the simple routine of coming into the kitchen nearly every day and this Friday morning shift is something I look forward to all week. It may not be the Pico Mundo Grille, but it's a pretty good kitchen and I like the people of the island, so in the end, it all works out.
Chester is on top of the refrigerator and he's glaring at me, his tail swishing back and forth. I can only hope someone will come into the room soon and distract him for a few minutes. It's strangely uncomfortable to cook a meal with a cat staring at you.
[Breakfast is pancakes with fresh fruit, eggs, coffee, the works. You know the drill, tag Odd, tag each other, mingle. :D]