Steven didn't return home until late afternoon, about dinnertime. It was odd, but we did not smell Alonzo on him at all. Usually, Alonzo really likes their music more than he admits, and rubs up against him all the time. But we didn't dwell on this; unimportant.
Steven is an unusual human tom. Perhaps that is why we click so well; he is unusual like us. He seems to think more highly of us cats more than most other humans. He does not eat any meat, there is no television, and he spends most of his time meditating rather than working on his education or the like. We realize he should be working on his education more, but we are not ones to bother. We often meditate with him, although we simply cannot deny our meat-filled food. At least Steven is not bothered by this; we are cats, he figures.
A couple hours later, as we were all eating supper, he said to us, "I'm going to visit my family for the week. Would you like to come?" We shared a look, and instantly decided that this would be a bad idea. We do not like his family home; all the noise and ruckus plus Pouncival. No, we would fare fine here at home. He nodded and left to pack for his trip to his family. We wished him luck with the mess of humans and Pouncival.