I showered, found some old shorts and a many-holed muscle shirt to dress in before heading to the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast. I’d sort this out on a full stomach, and heavily caffeinated.
After filling Bessie’s bowl with water, I cleaned the litter box and put food down for her before making a meal. Half an hour later, I was on my second cup of coffee and about to enjoy my pancakes when Bessie crawled into my lap, looking for attention.
“I don’t see why I should be nice to you, Mata Hari,” I muttered, petting her despite her recent defection.
“Why not?” a deep voice asked.
I almost dropped my coffee cup when Monty stopped next to me, wearing the same clothes as yesterday. He kissed the top of my head.
“What are you…why are you in my apartment?” I demanded, sloshing hot liquid as I slammed my cup on the table and folded my arms across my chest. Bessie scampered away and licked at the water in her bowl. Smart cat.
He pouted and my cock twitched.