Roxy spreads out his favorite blanket, even places his favorite pillow under it to provide plush. She straightens it out, and goes upstairs to retrieve him. He was sleeping when she got home, however when Dan arrived he was all over the place with excitement. Rubbing against his legs, making unnatural noises, Dan had to slightly kick him away.
That's fine, Roxy thinks to herself, I'll have you tonight.
She grabs his favorite toy and leads him downstairs, unaware of the trap set for him. She lays the toy on the couch, he wanders around, exploring like he's never been downstairs before.
"You know where you are," she says, and picks him up. He stands uneasy on his pillow, wide-eyed. He spins around and lays down...suspicious. She too lays down and smiles to herself. Tonight, the couch was theirs.
Upstairs, Dan walks through the kitchen. He jumps up and dashes upstairs.
"Fine," says Roxy, dejectedly, "I would have treated you like a king!"
She sighs. A friggin' king.
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