"He peed! Case peed! Look! Look!" Zeke couldn't have looked prouder of himself for cooking up a new mind-altering chemical than he did gesturing at a rank little puddle of cat-piss on his bedroom rug.

The two-legged Casey wrinkled his nose. "Dude, that's fucking nasty." And weird. Was Zeke turning into one of those wacked-out cat-people who gushed over every body fluid put out by their animals? Maybe he'd better wave some scat under his friend's nose, just to make sure that really was Zeke in there...

"Like hell it is! The vet told me Case might not ever pee on his own because of what those bastards did to him. Had to cut off his damn tail because of the damage."

Oh. Damn. Wow.

Case the younger stuck his his orange-and-white head out from under the bed. Casey swore there was a smirk on his namesake's face.

"He's gonna live to a ripe old age," Zeke said, grinning, "and he can help me stink up my lab all he wants."

"Dude," was all Casey could think to say. "Better stock up on Febreeze."