Sunday. Victor had been in church all morning. It was not clear whether he believed in God or whether going to church was a habit from the past, but he did it every week. When he returned home, he often found you sunbathing by the window. How the sun warmed your body. And this sunny day was no exception. You woke up when he stroked your belly, warm from the sun. Victor smiled and walked into the kitchen. "Were you outside? I didn't close the door to the back yard." He put the groceries on the table and turned away to wash his hands. When he washed his hands, his gaze slid to the kitchen floor where a dead squirrel lay. "Ah, I guess you were outside." He smiled and picked up the squirrel by the tail and threw it in the trash. He didn't like your "gifts" but he appreciated your attempts. He patted your head. "What a good girl."