"Zing"(Ongoing)

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                   The three days off Victor had from work were rather pleasant. He had not expected those days off from work to be so refreshing. He had honestly forgotten that he could take days off. But for once in his eight years of working with the news and fliers departments. His boss finally came to realize. That his hardest-working employee never took any days off for himself.

                   Instead, Victor was a workaholic and piled more and more on his shoulders. Until someone else noticed before he did, that he truly needed a break.

                   Sadly he wished the days off had not gone so fast because, In the early morning hours of five O'clock, Victor was up. Getting ready to get back to work.

                   Though he was glad in a way. He still hated his job and regretted not diving into his dream. Of cleaning for a living instead. But yet he was able to enjoy cleaning no matter the circumstances and was happy with that for now. It was a passion of his as much as it was a hobby or even a coping mechanism.

                    Victor shrugged on a white dress shirt that he had just a day ago ironed and hung up in his closet. In the line of work clothes, he organized them together in a neat fashion.

                    While he buttoned the shirt he stood before the end of his bed. His eyes drifted from the buttons and found the bookshelf that was to his right. Standing next to part of his closet in the corner was a small walk-in. While the other half to its left was full of shelves with other clothes of sorts, not meant for work. Though most of his normal clothes were like his work ones still. Simple and regal.

                     Staring at the bookshelf he studied the middle top shelf. A small smile wavered at his lips but was quick to disappear.

                     Looking away Victor heard a meow sound from the threshold of his room and turned his gaze to the door at his far left. Sitting in the door frame of the bedroom was Alea. She was his five-year-old, short hair, Siamese cat. Her striking ice crystal-like eyes stared up at him with an intensity that he knew all too well.

                      "Yeah, yeah. I'll fill your bowls." He said. He returned his eyes to his shirt. Done buttoning up the dress shirt he patted the front. Straightened it. "A few more minutes to finish up and I'll get your food." He told her as he closed the closet door.

                      He then twisted and reached behind him at the bed's end edge. Grabbed the pair of dress pants he had set out. Stepped into them and pulled them on while hearing another urgent meow.

                       "I'm coming, Princess impatient." He called to her. She had left the threshold of the room and went down the hall meowing with serious intent on what she wanted.

                       Once in the hallway and soon entering the kitchen he found Alea pawing at her bowls. She was pushing the bowls together so they would scratch along the tiled floor. Then clink them together each time she swatted hard enough.

                       From the hallway from his bedroom and into the living space in Victor's apartment. The kitchen was on the right, and on the same side, that his bedroom lay in the decent-sized living space. While the living room was on the left. Along with the bathroom and spare bedroom.

                       In the kitchen, Victor fetched Alea's food from the small cabinet above the counters. He made sure she could not one day open the doors of it and jump from the counter inside. She sure was a little food demon and if he did not put special locks on those cabinet doors. She was determined enough to open them.