58 CHAPTER 58 Mister Beans

　　~ RIG ~

　　The next morning when I woke, I rolled over and groaned. There was a warm pressure on my leg. But when I moved it lifted immediately and a light thud told me that the cat had obviously joined me on the bed, but wasn’t yet ready to meet.

　　I sat up, but it must have run back into its cage, because it was nowhere to be seen, though the room stank of it.

　　I’d gotten everything set out for it the night before, and spent an hour reading Google articles about how to settle a cat in, but nothing seemed to work. He hadn’t wanted to come out of the cage, and the one time I reached in, I paid for it with blood.

　　So, I’d given up and gone to sleep, planning to figure it out today.

　　I got dressed, then got down on my hands and knees to check. Sure enough, the cat was curled up in the back corner of the little carrier. None of its food or water seemed to have been touched though. Damn. How long did a cat go before it needed to eat? Or drink?