I awoke to the warmth of the sun illuminating my face and the sounds of a clumsy creature trying to get changed.

I sleepily opened my eyes to see a brilliant blue sky outside the window. Yesterday's storm had disappeared as though nothing had ever happened.

I arched my back as I yawned, observing the brat gathering bits and pieces from around the room and stuffing them into a black bag. Just as he was hauling it up onto his shoulder, he noticed that I was awake.

"'Morning, Levi." He exclaimed, voice muffled by an apple held in his mouth. I hopped off the mattress (I had decided to sleep at the bottom of the bed last night), and went to grooming my beautiful black fur on the carpet floor.

"I'll be going to school, so you can just do whatever." He said, attempting to pat me on the head before I jerked back away from his hand. "Well, bye!" The wooden door opened and shut, and I was left alone.

I trotted over to the open window to observe him walk out of the front door downstairs and out onto the street. When he glanced up at the window, I made sure to be thoroughly interested in the lovely tree in the distance. Once he turned back, I followed him with my eyes until his figure disappeared from sight.

Hmm. What to do now.

I stuck my head out of the window and looked around. I realized that I was entirely free to leave this room and never come back.

I spied a sunlit patch of lawn down next to the road and leapt out of window gracefully, strolling towards my future bed. I lay down on the soft grass, absorbing the warm light. I dozed off, feeling the calm breeze sway the grass gently, tickling my face.

The blinding afternoon sun roused me from my slumber. It glared into my eyes as I opened them, forcing me to squint. Fuck. About time I changed my napping location.

I sat up lazily, my sight still hazy with sleep. My stomach growled, complaining that I hadn't eaten since yesterday. I ignored it and started grooming myself.

It growled again. Loudly.

Fine. Fucking shut up, I'll get some soon.

But I didn't feel up to catching bugs or mice (for all the effort, they didn't even taste nice), and nor did I feel like chewing on tasteless plants.

I wanted that amazing tuna from last night.

My brain suddenly worked out an astonishing equation which explained life itself.

Shitty brat = tuna.

I looked up at the sky and saw that it was a fiery blend of red and orange, basking the world in a ruby wash. Hm. Should be about the time that brat found me yesterday.

But where was I supposed to meet him? I mean, I'm definitely not going back to the house because then he'll probably get the wrong idea and think I love him or something, being the louse he is. And it wasn't like I knew his route home from school…

WAIT. Why I'm I even thinking such terrible thoughts? I don't want to see his shitty face, god. I don't want to see him at all. I'm staying right here in this sunny spot.

Ten minutes later, I found myself sitting down next to a lonely lamp post, in the exact same place as yesterday.

Fuck. Why.

I heard the same footsteps approaching, and I hastily went about observing an extremely fascinating pole across the street.

The footsteps faltered for a moment and from the corner of my eyes, I saw the brat grin, surprised, as he saw me.

"Levi!" he exclaimed, the joy evident in his voice. "You waited for me?"

Of course not. I just came to examine that charming pole over there.

He bent down in front of me to attempt touching me again.

And again, he failed. Nobody touches the mighty Levi with their filthy hands.

He smiled as he straightened up, and started walking in the direction to the house. He looked back at me and saw that I stayed glued to the spot.

"Aren't you coming home?"

Pffft. No way.

His emerald eyes lingered on me for a moment longer before turning back to walk at a steady pace.

When he was a good distance away, I followed him carefully behind, casually sitting down and looking pointedly away whenever he glanced back.

After an arduous fifteen minutes of that, we finally arrived at the small house.

Continuing to ignore his presence, I jumped in through the window into the room, while he opened the front door downstairs. I waited impatiently by the windowsill for him to come up, thumping my tail repeatedly against the glass.

Hurry up, I'm fucking hungry.

After a couple long minutes agonizingly passed, the brat finally opened the door. He grinned goofily at me before dumping his bag on the bed and placing some tuna onto the floor.

Took you long enough, slave.

I grumpily hopped down onto the floor and munched on my tuna. At least now my amazing equation was proved.