Monroe - Chapter Seventy-six. The calm before the storm.

... remendous pressure on his bladder having yanked him out of his slumber.

He looked down to find his cat sitting primly next to him, happily kneading his stomach with paws the size of tea saucers. "Monroe," he grumbled as he attempted to nudge the forty-four-pound cat off. "Mreow," Monroe replied as he proceeded to hop off his human servant and wandered out of the bedroom, content that his human-servant would be providing breakfast shortly.

Bob hustled into the bathroom to perform ...