I forced myself up from the couch and shuffled toward the kitchen. The apartment was quiet, way too quiet compared to last night. I opened one of the lower cabinets near the fridge where Minne usually kept Mik's stuff. Sure enough, there was a big sealed bag of dry cat food sitting there, along with a small plastic scoop resting inside a container.
I grabbed the scoop, dipped it into the bag, and filled it up halfway. Didn't want to overdo it and get lectured later. Then I crouched down and poured it into Mik's bowl. The dry pellets rattled against the metal, instantly grabbing her attention.
She didn't even wait. The second the food hit the bowl, she dove in like she hadn't eaten in days.
"Yeah, yeah… you're welcome," I mumbled, standing back up.
I placed the bag and scoop back where I found them, closed the cabinet, and made my way back to the living room. Just as I dropped myself onto the couch again, the master bedroom door creaked open.
