Just Bobbing Along

It was almost sunset when Thomas went back to his room after checking his email, a can of cat food in hand. “Dinner time,” he said, pushing open the door to the bathroom. For all he knew, the bathroom had sustained even more damage that day, but given that every surface had already been clawed to within an inch of its life, a few more weren’t going to hurt. Instead of a possessed cat clinging to a ceiling, Thomas found a normal cat sitting on top of the toilet tank, tail flicking serenely, and a bright sparkling orange cloud hovering over a leather-bound journal and a sea of papers.

Thomas watched in fascination as a pen rose over the papers and began scribbling. “You just gonna gawk or are you gonna help me do my job here?” Bob asked irritably, the pen pausing in its scribbling.

“What do you need?” Thomas set the cat food down in a corner and approached the stack of papers.

( “Would it have killed you to leave a romance novel or some porn in here?”  )