Burrito lay and enjoyed the feeling of the sun on his back.
It had been an unusual couple of days, but he thought he was getting the hang of things.
Burrito liked his routine. Sleep. Wake up Mom. Maybe sleep in her bed if it was a day where she got to sleep extra long. Breakfast. Post breakfast nap. Stalk around the apartment on patrol. Sit and stare out of the window to scare off threats to his territory. Lay in the sunniest spot. Pretend not to be excited when Mom gets home. Dinner, promptly! Enjoy the smells from the smell making room where Mom eats. Maybe curl up with Mom while she watches the flashing light box or taps the noisy lap board. Repeat.
And then things had changed, when The Interloper had come.
