It was a very large house. The microwave was a normal size though. Maybe slightly bigger than normal, and a bit shinier and fancier and with more settings. Full power, three minutes, was all she needed. Literally who uses low? Then a little shake and a stir with a fork, as advised, presumably to avoid the court cases, and then back in for another minute. She raised herself up onto the countertop to wait. White marble. She’d seen cross sections of these in a kitchen shop, and they’d been mostly chipboard but with thin marble coverings. She wondered if maybe this house was different. She would not be surprised. She leaned over to the right to see if the cats were still alive. She’d be a bad sitter if she’d killed them. The pinger pinged and she jumped off the counter, opened two wrong drawers and then a right one, and grabbed a fork to stir her butter chicken. It was a really nice fork.