“What are you going to call her?” he said. I put my head on one side while I considered this.
After a while, Raymond stood up. “I’m going to nip downstairs for a fag. I’ll leave the door on the latch,” he said.
“Don’t blow the smoke toward my windows!” I shouted after him.
When he came back ten minutes later, I told him that her name was Glen. He laughed. “Glen? That’s a boy’s name, surely?”
I thought about all of those red labels, all those empty bottles. “She’s named after an old friend,” I said.
The next day I woke with a start to find Glen lying beside me, her head on the pillow and her body under the covers, just like a human.
Her huge green eyes were staring intently at me, as though she had willed me awake.
She followed me into the kitchen and I gave her some water, which she ignored,
and some kibble, which she bolted down and promptly vomited back up onto the kitchen floor.
I turned away to get some cleaning materials from under the sink, but when I looked around, she was eating her sick back up again.
“Good girl, Glen,” I said. Low maintenance.
Raymond had only brought the bare minimum for her to spend the night, so, while she was snoozing on top of the duvet,
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