Clearly, Baxter could see who was the true idiot of the household. He yawned and stretched and clawed at the carpet for a lingering moment as he considered his next move.
Spot was already off the map and Jane had been sent away to some flaky detox center where they "healed" their "patients" with herbal remedies and therapeutic massages. Baxter was buying none of that malarkey and Dick clearly was not keeping up with his new household paradigm. He purred contentedly as he flexed his claws across the carpet, practically spasming with orgasm at the thought of his dominion.
"Oh, what a good boy, Baxter!" the dull thumps rained down as Dick patted annoyingly. Dick was right-handed Baxter noted as he rotated his ears and accepted-- for the moment-- the heavy hand that patted him.
The can opener was in the top drawer. The food was in the bottom cabinet. Jane was "away." Dick was a heavy sleeper. There were lots of loose bedding materials where Dick slept.
Baxter's mind whirled at the possibilities, purring and arching his back and not faking his pleasure at all this time as he allowed Dick his final, momentary, sense of control.
