Dinner

There is a large orange cat that lives at one of the small cigarette stores on the corner between my apartment complex and my office. When the cat was small, the owners had it tethered to a chair in the shop to keep it from running away and to keep it from getting squashed by a car. The cat is there day in and day out. He is larger now and free to roam about untethered.

My colleague named him Dinner. He'd walk by and talk to the cat, "Heah Dinner. Whatcha doin' there Dinner?"