The scratches on Dave's skin felt like little burning lines slashed deep through his skin, and having them all over your arms and legs wasn't what he imagined would be happening over the weekend. He hated this, absolutely hated it. And Bro didn't even care for that matter. Just simply wasn't paying attention. This was all Bro's idea, so Dave didn't understand why he couldn't help out instead of making Dave do all of the work. Bro was just too nice of a guy to let their neighbors go on vacation and not volunteer to watch their evil cat while they were away.
Currently, the little beast, Mr. Crumpet, was sleeping in their living room, sprawled out on their chair. 'I swear,' Dave thought, trying to sneak away into his room to get a break from the devil, 'if he starts clawing up the furniture or peeing on the carpet, I'm gonna kill him.' Their neighbors had said that Mr. Crumpet was a calm cat, was house trained, and mostly didn't bother them. But after only a few hours on the first day, Dave was covered in marks from the demon in long charcoal-colored fur. 'I'd better get paid damn well for this shit,' he thought to himself, shutting the door quietly as to not let the demon cat know that he had left.
Dave sighed, feeling relieved that he had, at least for the moment, escaped Mr. Crumpet. He plopped down into his desk chair posed in front of his computer, and moved the mouse around a little, awakening the black screen to the light of his desktop. He opened up his music making program, opening the new file that he had been working on for the last two weeks. Dave placed his black headset on his head and over his ears, then played the track that he had so far, listening over it carefully, making sure that it was exactly what he wanted. Once he was pleased, he began from where he left off from last time, pushing buttons and clicking around on his computer to add more length to the current track.
After an hour or two of working and drinking the apple juice that was left in his room from earlier, Dave had the urgent need to run to the bathroom across the hall. He left the window open on his computer, walking quickly out of his room and to the bathroom, leaving his bedroom door open. Not even thinking about the door, and more focused on his currently over-flowing bladder, Dave shut the bathroom door harshly, making more noise than he had intended to.
When Dave had relieved himself, flushed the toilet, and washed his hands, he opened up the bathroom door again and began walking into his room. When he heard the loud purring from his doorway, however, Dave looked up, confused as to why purring would be in his room. When he saw Mr. Crumpet sitting on his desk, paws all over the keyboard and adding things into his work, he remembered. 'I didn't close my damn bedroom door,' he thought, mortified. Dave could only look on as the large cat hit one of the buttons on his keyboard, effectively closing all of the current running programs, including his music work, and darted out of the room happily. Dave stood still in the doorway to his room, still in shock as to what just happened.
His music. All of his music that he just worked on; gone, due to one old fat cat. Dave was pissed. Livid. Completely and utterly enraged.
'I'm going to have a new pair of mittens,' Dave thought to himself, 'riiight after I convince Mr. Crumpet to take a piss on Bro's favorite rug. That'll show the bastard for volunteering to watch him.'
Unbeknownst to Bro, as he walked into his room on his favorite rug totally barefoot, Dave held up to, so far, only half of his promise.