"Zuzu isn't short for anything. It's just my name," Zuzu said, eating her candy before looking at the gum.
"I would like some gum," Zuzu told James, wondering what flavor the gum was. James was a nice guy. Not too mean. He did  offer Zuzu gum. Which was slightly more fun than normal candy. You could chew it longer, and blow bubbles with it. Gum was fun. But it could lose it's flavor, and Zuzu didn't like that. Candy that didn't lose flavor was the best.

Zuzu laid down and stretched out, resembling a cat. She rolled around a bit, chewing her candy and finishing it. She rolled a bit more and stretched out. She was relaxed, somewhat bored, but relaxed. Floors were nice. And sometimes they were comfy. It would only be better if there was a cat. Or two. Man, Zuzu wished she had a cat. Cats were nice. And fluffy. And warm. She liked them. Cats. Zuzu sighed in content thinking about cats.