Greg sat at the dining room table, tapping away on the lappie as Alex lounged on the couch messing with his phone. Quietly, and without fuss, Ozymandias hopped up onto the table, regarded Greg’s Moleskine with a vague air of contempt, and knocked it off the table before settling down into a loaf.
Greg paused, raised an eyebrow, and said, “Cats are nature’s perfect entropic engine.” He then continued typing.
Alex crinkled up his forehead. “Man, you are like peak 2007,” he said.