My Rainy Night Dasher is a Cat

Summary

Late-night storms have a way of waking up a hunger you didn't know you had.

The delivery guy’s voice was… strange.

“Human, it’s raining. Please wait.”

It was weird enough that I peeked through the peephole when he arrived.

Standing outside my door was a drenched little cat.

“Human, first delivery for cat. Cat got lost.”

“Please don’t give cat a bad rating.”