Timon attempted to shake off the day.
He was on his way home from another long day at the tunnels.  Too weak for digging and mining like the other stronger meerkats, his job was working in the back of the mess hall where all the digger meerkats would get their daily meals.  And he was the dishwasher and janitor.  It was a lowly and tedious job that other meerkats liked to make the girls or the weaker kats do.  But mostly it was girls that worked there, because in meerkat society, no guy ever wanted to be thought of as nothing short of a big strong digger miner kat!  And since he was one of the few boy kats that didn’t, Timon regularly got jeers and nasty looks from the other guys.

Timon hated it, and he hated his job.  In fact he pretty much hated most everything about being a meerkat!  He wished that he was somebody, he wished that he lived with creatures that did not taunt the weaker ones.  And he wished he was somewhere else.  Like at home.  He couldn’t wait until he could get back to his little apartment.

Timon really was a softie.  The teasings that the other meerkat guys made of him had some truth in them.  He was in fact secretly just a mushy, weepy guy that had a big love for soft snuggly feelings.  In his home he would put on velvety dance leotards and fluffy socks and wear them around the place.  He also had a room with a big bed to snuggle up in with a red and pink silky blanket and a fuzzy thermal blanket underneath.  He even had a big throw pillow on it shaped like an ice-cream bar!  
On top of that, Timon also had a very big collection of stuffed animals and plushies.  They were his friends (since he did not have much of his own in real life).  And he would dress them up and also snuggle and caress their soft fur.  Tigers, raccoons, dragons, foxes, cartoon characters, just about any kind of stuffed animal, and of course lots of big teddy bears and Easter bunnies.  He also liked to have them nicely arranged around his apartment so he could look and cuddle them all and enjoy his plushie palls.

Timon never thinks much about going out with the other meerkats much.  Most of what he thought about everyday at work was just getting away back to his little apartment with all the soft things that cheered him up.  
Today was especially dull and bitter, dressing in the stupid kitchen employee uniform that made him feel degraded and working over a foul smelling dirty dishes and greasy fryer.  The aroma of stale greasy food making his entire clothes and fur reek of it.  Then enduring more taunting comments by the manly digger meerkats.  All Timon could dream about was going home, putting on a velvet leotard and fluffy socks, grabbing a soft cuddly plushie, and plopping down in bed buried in the silky blankets and just trying to overdose and die from snuggling.

  “FINALLY!!”  Timon thought to himself as he got back to his apartment.  Soon he would be able to get away from it all.
But as he turned the key in the door, he was surprised to notice that the door was actually unlocked.  Confused for a moment, Timon wondered if maybe he had forgot to lock it when he left that morning.  When he opened the door, the apartment seemed pretty much as he left it.  As he walked in and shut the door, he then noticed a faint air of alcohol in the room.  
Still in his café employee uniform, Timon began to walk in slowly, looking around and trying to figure out the source of that smell.  He then saw, lying on the coffee table and on the tile floor of the kitchen were a couple of tall cans of cheap beer, open and empty.  Timon never drank.  Someone had been in here!  Carefully he listened, but could not hear the noise of anyone in his apartment.
“H—Hello,.. is anyone there?”  he said in a squeaky nervous voice.
No response.  It seemed as if he was alone.  But frightened, Timon carefully continued, trying to find out what had happened while he was gone.  He tip-toed across the apartment.  The main room and kitchen area was apparently empty aside from the beer cans.  The little door to the bathroom was open and through it he could see it was empty for the most part.  
As he walked into the kitchen area, he then remembered that morning that he had left 25$ on the counter next to the sink.  He quickly looked over there.  Sure enough, the money was gone.   Whoever was in here had taken it.  Timon felt a sinking feeling.  He was unhappy to see that his money had been stolen, but he began to worry as he realized that whoever had come in surely had seen his bedroom and all the soft snuggly stuff and clothing within.  The fear of that secret being revealed was a lot more distressing than having the money stolen.  Realizing this, he quickly went over to his bedroom to see what had happened there, if the intruders had come in, and what could happen if everyone in the colony knew of his secret obsession with all things soft and snuggly,
The door to the bedroom was open slightly and Timon pushed it aside and went in. 
In his bedroom, the air also had an aroma of beer and there were some more beer cans lying on the floor rug.  Timon’s big bed which was nicely made by him in the morning was now all a mess with the sheets and blankets piled around on top of it and the pillows pushed up against the headboard.  The stuffed animals he had placed on the bed were now either wrapped up in the blankets or knocked off onto the floor with the other nicely arranged stuffed dolls that sat along the walls of the room.  The air in the room was humid and Timon could notice a musky smell mixed in with the scent of the beer cans.  It was a strong smell of sweat and sex.  There was both the scent of male and female meerkat filling his senses and his heart began to race and thump in his chest.  Whoever had come into his apartment didn’t just drink alcohol and steal his money, they had sex in his bed.
Timon looked over his big bed.  The sheets and blankets in the middle of the bed were damp to touch.  They had sweat a lot while they mated.  There even was stains of saliva on the pillows.  This close to his bed, he could smell the scent of the meerkat bodies very well, and he shivered as he breathed a musky aroma of female meerkat in heat, which he had never smelled before.  He gingerly picked up and pulled on some of the damps sheets, and as he did so he noticed something.  Within the silky blankets he found 4 used condoms, damp and filled with the seed of meerkats.  Gasping, Timon’s hands shot back from the sheet and covered his gaping mouth, his other arm wrapped tightly around his chest in alarm.  He was too afraid to touch the gross, violating discoveries in his silky sheets.  But he could not stop staring at them, the image of the mating playing over and over in his mind.  When after a while, he looked up and became aware of a large scrap of paper on the nightstand.  The paper was lined paper, and it clearly was a blank sheet from Timon’s diary that had been torn out.  On it written quickly with a black marker was a note:
HEY MAN, ITS NEIL.  SAW YOU LEFT THE DOOR OPEN.  ME AND MY BUDS FROM SCHOOL WERE CHILLIN WITH SOME GIRLS AND WE SAW YOU HAD A NICE BIG BED WITH ALL THE LOVE SILK SHEETS!  MY BOYS AND THE GIRLS HAD AN AWESOME TIME.  TOO BAD YOU COULDN’T WATCH.  BUT YOU PROBABLY WOULDN’T WANT TO SINCE YOU’RE A QUEER!  WELL BE BACK AGAIN NEXT TIME WE GET SOME GIRLY ACTION.
Neil…. The big digger meerkat who lived just down the hallway.  He was well liked by the colony and was also in school where he was on the baseball team.  He was always hanging out and playing loud music with his friends or with girls from the cheerleader groups.  Neil had teased Timon a few times calling him ‘gay’ and ‘queer’.  But during many a party night, he had also asked Timon to come into the party with all the other jocky meerkats.  Timon feared him, because he wasn’t simply just bullying him like other meerkat diggers.  Neil teased and taunted him, but also acted like he was some kind of a friend too.  Like he wanted to have the weak meerkat hang with him so he could crack jokes on him at Timon’s expense. 
Timon dropped the piece of paper and stood there in disbelief.  His eyes stared down at the damp bed and the soggy condoms on it.  In his mind he saw the images of Neil and his friends mounting  the girls in his bed.  The group taking turns.  The looks of ecstasy on their faces as each pairing finished and their friends cheered them on.  Timon’s forehead sweat, he shook, and he inhaled deeply the scent of meerkat musk.  He was completely frozen both with a sense of great violation, and unpleasant excitement.  
He remembered the last line in the note.  WELL BE BACK AGAIN…
Timon gulped.