MHA #15, Friday Evening

Following his shift at the Trooper Station, Watts headed back home. As soon as he opened the door, a grey blur predictably darted across the living room and back under the couch to his preferred hiding spot. Watts just shook his head and went to the kitchen, taking his latest bread dough out of the fridge and setting it on the counter, as well as Raphael's dinner, which he placed in the cat's food bowl and left near the couch.

That taken care of, all he had to do was wait for the beau to arrive.