[Fur Fiction] Train to Roskilde!

"This is prime napping time." Mick grumbled. Midnight. His human had gone to bed before midnight. Speedy told him to visit his pet viking. Mick had tried pointing out how grumpy vikings got when you visited them at 0630. Speedy had pointed out weren't vikings the most fun when they were at their most grumpy? While the British bunny may have had a point, Mick felt plenty grumpy himself.

He came out of the closet to find the viking already awake and not in the bedroom. He smelled a conspiracy. He'd smell a conspiracy even if he had a sinus infection. On the other paw, he also smelled oats coming from the messenger bag sitting on the floor by the viking's bed. Couldn't hurt to look, could it?

Rabbits could be very sneaky when they wanted. Mick didn't much care about being silent right now though, The Viking was humming to himself. He probably couldn't hear a rabbit at full speed on bubble wrap. Mick paused, the humming sounded suspiciously like Ozzy Fudd's Wabbit Slayer. He'd have to pee in The Viking's shoes later.

He flipped back the flap of the bag and stuck his head in. The messenger bag opened up into bunny space. Inside was a litter box full of fresh timothy hay, a bowl of oats, a water bottle, tossy things, and basically a bunny home away from home. Mick felt a foot on his butt and he was unceremoniously shoved into the bag. He turned around in the litter box, standing on his hind-feet with a thump of indignation. He put his front paws on the edge of the messenger bag and stuck his head back out.

"Road trip!" The Viking announced happily, chewing on what looked like the remains of a pastry.

"Are you allowed that? You'll get fat and sore foot." Mick grumped. He then thumped again for good measure. "Road trip?! I didn't agree to a road trip! A road trip where? And why? We can't just portal! Foo' humans."

The viking licked his fingers before wandering off into the bathroom to wash his hands.

"Ignoring me won't make me nicer!" Mick called after him. Seriously, was it backwards day where The Viking thought he had rights and commands?

"Talking to you doesn't either." the viking pointed out, coming back into the bedroom. He grabbed a jacket and swung it on. Picking up his shoes, he gave them a casual sniff before putting them by the bed to put on.

"I should have peed in them." Mick grumbled.

"That's what litter boxes are for. And here I thought you were a smart bunny."

"A VINDICTIVE bunny, I am a VINDICTIVE bunny." Mick corrected, removing his forepaws from the edge of the bag to sit on all fours in the litter box. "Where are we going and why can't we just portal?" he asked again.

"We can't bunny portal because you don't know where we're going." The viking happily pointed out.

"You could just TELL me." Mick retorted.

"Okay." The Viking picked up the strap of the bag and swung it over his shoulder. The outside of the bag shifted around, the inside didn't. Somebun had done some mighty pawsome engineering. The Viking walked out the door, locking it behind him. He looked at the horizon for a moment, then one way and then the other. He pointed off to the east. "We're going thatta way."

"Thank you Captain Helpful." Mick grumbled some more.

The Viking grinned and headed down the steps, stopped with a frown and started to head back up. "You locked it." Mr Mick said, sticking nose out of the bag once more.

"You sure?" The Viking asked, memory failing him and hesitant to trust Mickey's word. One never knew when the rabbit was playing Puck or playing straight.

"Yup." The nose wiggled.

He decided to trust the rabbit. It couldn't be THAT big a mistake, could it?

* * *

A short walk, a short wait, and a grumpy rabbit later and they were sitting on a train. It didn't take long for Mick to get bored and stick his head out of the messenger bag. "Am I allowed to be on here?"

"Sure. You're in a carrier like device." The Viking didn't look up from his tablet.

"Feh." Mick said, stretching up to look out the window. The station didn't look very exciting. "Bunny portal would be faster and cheaper."

"Uh huh."

"And have better snacks."

"There's carrots in the fridge." The Viking told him.

"There's a fridge in here?" Mick said with a large dose of skepticism.

"Sure. It's on the second floor." The Viking said with a yawn. Getting up early had seemed like such a good idea at the time.

"There's a second floor?!" Mr Mick dived back into the messenger bag and found a set of stairs hidden by the litterbox.

"Bring me a Fanta." Kim said to the bag.

"How am I supposed to carry that?!" Mick called up.

"Same way you carry a tablet." Kim replied. The doors thudded and eventually the train started to slowly roll down the tracks.

"Shaken." Mick grumbled to himself. After delivering his own refreshments to the floor beside the litter box, he dragged a bottle of Fanta up and threw it out of the bag. Unfortunately, it hit The Viking in the shoulder, rather than his head.

The Viking managed to catch the bottle before it bounced and opened it very cautiously. He was about to take a sip when a packet of trail mix bounced off the side of his face. "Thanks." He said dryly.

"Don't mention it." Mick said, flomping back onto the plush rug. Three seconds later he announced, "I'm bored."

With a sigh Kim passed his tablet into the bag.

"I better not find any freaky panda porn on here." Mick said, nudging it with his nose. He might be able to think-talk at certain Danes, but he couldn't read Danish. Whatever book The Viking was reading was quickly replaced by Sports Report.

* * *

Mick had eventually grown bored of surfing the web, especially since Speedy wouldn't tell him where The Viking was taking him. Cooper had been waxing about Texan storms. So, the lop eared rabbit was currently sitting with his chin on the edge of the messenger bag, watching Denmark go by. "Shoulda brought the laptop so I could play WoW."

"You play WoW?" The Viking asked with raised brows. He shouldn't be surprised, he knew, but somehow..

"Doesn't everyone?" Mick asked rhetorically.

"What a cute bunny!" a female voice exclaimed. Mick looked over his shoulder as The Viking looked up. She was cute, redheaded, and was leaning to look at Mick. Mick wondered if the cleavage shot was intentional.

"I'm not cute, I'm adorable." Mick corrected her, unfortunately, she couldn't hear him.

"Is he yours?" She asked.

"I'm more his," The Viking replied with a wry grin.

"His indeed." Mick grunted. "Put your tongue back in your mouth."

"Can I pet him?" She asked.

Mick sighed.

*BE NICE!* The Viking thought quite loudly.

Mick sighed again and leaned over so she could stroke his soft ears. The fact it put her chest right in front of the Viking's nose wasn't lost on him. "If you're using me to pick up chicks.."

"I'm actually just watching him for a friend. Don't mind his lack of manners, he's an American rabbit."

She giggled, "His fur is so soft!"

"Seriously, you can do better than this female." Mick told The Viking. Then thought about it, "Well, maybe you can't."

"Here," The Viking said, ignoring Mick. He picked up the bag and switched seats so she could sit down. "He's not big on being held, but it's okay if he's in the bag."

Mick rolled his eyes and ignored the flirting humans, if that's what you wanted to call it. It was as subtle as a sledge hammer to a plate glass window. As long as the two foot kept petting, he supposed he'd put up with it.

The Viking decided, if you could ignore the sarcasm, the rabbit wasn't the world's worst wingman.

* * *

A rabbit in a bag on his shoulder, a wave to Emma, and The Viking was on his way, an email address burning in his pocket.

"Does this entire country smell like fish?" asked Mick, sticking his nose out of the messenger bag and handing over a snack bag.

"No. Some bits smell like urine and fish." He took a handful of the mix and lightly bonked Mick on the top of his head, "Of course it doesn't."

"I see SOMEONE'S in a good mood," Mick grumbled, turning to look at the seagulls wheeling in the late morning breeze.

"My foot's not hurting, the bunny is not threatening to pee in my shoes, and it's not raining. What's not to enjoy?" The Viking asked.

Mick just let out a very long suffering sigh as they found their next train.

* * *

"Any more trains?" Mick asked. While he was enjoying the novel method of transportation, and watching the world click by, he was getting tired of the endless travel. As comfortable as the mini-condo was, he was sick of the same four walls.

"That was the last one." He had two more email addresses and a phone number in his pocket. He wondered if he could find a more agreeable traveling companion for future ventures. Speedy seemed to be the sort who'd like the rails..

"Oh good. Now what?" Mick sniffed the air. Still smelled like fish to him.

"Now we walk." The Viking shrugged the shoulder that didn't have a messenger bag on it. "Well, I walk, you complain."

"As long as we have an equitable work plan." Mick agreed. "What's with all the bicycles?"

"Have you seen the price of gas?" The Viking asked, "Bikes are cheaper!"

"And here I thought I was going to get a lecture on environmentalism." He sniffed and ducked back into the condo. "Wake me when we get wherever."

"I'll drop you on your head upon arrival." The Viking promised.

"Hmph."

* * *

A finger poked Mick in the head. "Wake up."

"I'm awake. I'm just doing my taxes." Mick said, stretching with a yawn, sending hay every which way. Fortunately humans were good maids. He stuck his head out of the bag and his eyes widened. "Is that.."

"It is." The Viking said proudly.

"So pretty!" Mick instantly scrambled out of the bag and hopped down onto the wooden pier of the Viking Ship Museum. He sped down the dock to periscope at one longboat after another. Five stood in various stages of construction.

The Viking strolled after him, ignoring the children giggling over a rabbit being loose. Mick would only be seen by adults if he wanted to be. The air smelled like tar, salt water, and freshly cut wood. Seagulls mine'd overhead.  Mr Mick was practically dancing in front of one of the ships.  "Well?" he asked.

"THAT ONE! I want that one!" Mr Mick said happily, bouncing up and down on his hind feet, seemingly having no balance problems even though he was in mid-periscope.

"All yours." The Viking said smugly. "What're you going to do with it?"

Mick waved a paw, "Don't bother me with details, I've gotta go get Speedy! I've got my very own longboat at last!" He scurried down the plans and for a moment The Viking had the thought he was about to be abandoned, "C'mon! We've gotta closet to England!"

He HAD planned to visit Roskilde while they were here, but, a free trip to England? What the hell.

Soon enough he was sitting in a closet with a very bouncy bunny. He was quite amused that Mick still had delusions he would be able to move a ship and/or sail the thing.

Mr Mick stopped mid-bounce and turned to The Viking to lick his cheek. "Thank you for my birthday present. Now all I need is a crew!"

Uh oh.

[Fur The Horde] I'm feeling exceedingly silly. (@Yaks @BBear @SilverLetomi)

"You're a cow?" Imogen asked with a good deal of disbelief. She knew she was a young dog still, but seriously, how stupid did people think she was? "How do you even type?"

"Same way the bear does." Yaks replied happily.

"Moo." said Buddy Bear.

[WoW Animal Fanfiction] Fur the Horde!

Guild name "Fur the Horde" credit goes to Imogen's Humom ; Silver Letomi

Imogen FINALLY got to log in. Her Mom had been working from home and hogging the gaming machines for far too long.

"Immi!" Izzy immediately greeted her. "Where have you been??"

"Ugh." Immi grumbled to the black lab cross. "The huparents have been hogging. Dad's been working twice as hard, Mom's working on her parodies and movies'n'stuff and they're ALWAYS home, so I never get on! I even tried hiding her shoes in the backyard so I'd get an hour, but that didn't work. I just got in trouble. I knocked Dad's LARP manual off the shelf three times before they took the hint of 'Hey, we should go LARPing this weekend!'

"I know what you mean. Paige'n'I have been faking fights so the parentals think they have to keep us apart. Paige'll nap with Mom and I'll play on Dad's comp, then it'll be my turn to nap with Mom.. or Dad. Or whichever human needs distracting. So she'll be on later tonight. Kinda sucks we don't get to group anymore, but whatya gonna do? Two foots are so hard to train."

"I trained mine just fine," Sammy interjected proudly.

"You're a cat. They don't expect much of you." Imogen said with a roll of her eyes.

"Pfffft." Sammy replied.

"Do you wanna run a dungeon? We have a new recruit, a rogue, he still needs some gear before he can do HHM with us." Isadora, aka Izzy, asked.

"Sure. You able to raid with us again in the future? Having Jack as the only hunter kinda rots." Imogen invited Sammy and Izzy to group.

"I can only hope. Paige should be able to, at the least!"

A quick look at the guild roster of "Fur the Horde" found Imogen the new rogue; Chuck.  "Hi Chuck, welcome to the guild! How are you finding it so far?"

"Cool. It's nice actually being able to talk to people. I was in a PvP guild, which was fun, but they were all epeeners."

Three girls kind of blinked at their screens, not quite sure what to think. "Er, right." Immi offered.

"My hubrother is friends with your Humom, I think." Chuck offered.  "They call me a bunch of weird names, but I like Chuck." He then added with a disdainful sniff "Chucky is a puppy's name"

"Gotcha." Immi agreed and quickly changed the subject, "Anyone else wanna come? Have room for anyone who can pretend to be DPS."

"I can try ret pally. Or Sammy can play dps, if she likes." Speedy offered. "I mean, I'm specced.. but I've never played ret.."

"Oh yeah, let me be enhance!" Sammy said with just a little bit too much glee to her sweet little black cat voice. "I've got a really nice mace I can introduce to the baddies with one swing, and an axe with another!"

Cats were just SO bloodthirsty! Immi invited Speedy before he could change his mind about grouping with a bunch of carnivores. Normally the rabbits stuck together.

"My axe is bigger than your axe!" Speedy said, linking a monstrously huge two handed axe to guild chat.

Aaand on the other paw, the rabbits could apparently play the ego game just fine.

"You gonna listen and stay behind me this time, Sammy?" Immi asked as she queued the group.

"Nah. You can keep up." Sammy told her blithely.

*I should just let her die a few times..* Immi thought for a moment and then sighed. She really couldn't. She had to protect and lead, and help, and herd, and .. Sigh. Cats.  Guild leading had seemed like such a good idea at the time.

"Okay. When I say ready, I will pull. You'll all completely ignore me and do what you want anyway. All except Izzy, who'll behave like usual."

"I could be a follower." Chuck pointed out.

"You're a rogue." Immi said with a sigh, "You'll just sneak off and find things to jab and steal."

There was a momentary pause. "Well. Yeah.."

"Just try not to step on the cat."

[Random Thing] Just how my brain works.

I found my keys no longer worked in the door. I pounded on the door until you answer. "WTF dude? I'm locked out."

"You were cheating on me, I'm dumping you and locking you out!" said Boyfriend Blizzard.

"Cheating on you?! I totally wasn't cheating on you!" I was shocked. Surprised. Confused.

"I have proof. I showed it to John. He totally agrees with me that you were cheating." Boyfriend Blizzard insisted.

"I wasn't cheating! What proof?! Can I see this proof?" This was ridiculous! There's no proof, since it never happened!

"Nope. You can't see this proof. But I showed it to Bob, too. He agrees you were totally cheating on me." Boyfriend Blizzard insisted.

"What proof?! There is no proof! I wasn't cheating!" I protested, also insisting on my innocence.

"You tots were. By the way, I'll take you back in six months when there's stuff I want you to buy me." Then Boyfriend Blizzard slammed the door in my face.

[WoW Fanfiction] So long, Farewell, auf Wiedersehen, Goodbye

(Listening to Zoot Zoot Riot while reading is optional.)

It was cold in Frostwall. It was always cold in Frostwall. No matter how many times she'd had fire mages insulate her robes, give her warming stones, or other tricks, she still felt the biting of the cold wind. Trying to enter her garrison , Tanla Crystaltear, arcane mage supreme, found herself standing in front of two rather burly orc warriors. Their arms were crossed, axes clenched, frowns quite prominent. Gazlowe, goblin architect and general money finder, stood between them, trying to look disapproving himself. Mostly he looked like something she'd shove out of her way in the marketplace to buy the fabulous material for a new dress.

"Look, dollface, you're banned. Fired. Canned. Shitkicked. You'll find your stuff in Warspear. Not allowed in at all." Gazlowe said with a smirk.

"What?! This is ridiculous! Why?!" Tanla crossed her own arms, trying to resist a good arcane bolt or sixteen to blow them up.

"Sexual harassment, toots." Gazlowe said. "Vol'jin doesn't like that in his Horde!"

"Sexual harassment?! I haven't harassed anyone! This is beyond absurd!" Small sparks of blue were dancing along her fingers.

Gazlowe moved back a bit, to be closer to the guards, and pulled out a scroll. "Did you, or did you not, say to Smith Kerosin 'Nice buns, wanna go bake some more?'"

Tanla threw up her hands in bafflement, "Well, sure. But that's not harassment! That's a friendly invitation for a good time!"

"Did you, or did you not, say to Smith Harlisinian 'You're hot, let's go burn together'?'" Gazlowe continued reading down the list.

"Well, sure, but he didn't seem to mind at all!" Tanla said, hands gesturing and eyes rolling. "It was a COMPLIMENT."

"Did you, or did you not, say to Smith Lohhaen 'Can I run my tongue along your curves?'" Gazlowe said with raised eyeridges.

"That's not harassment at all, that's just a friendly request for consent!" Tanla sounded as bewildered as she felt. No one had ever complained before!

"Look, I could read this all day, but the fact is, sweets, you got busted and you're banned. Shoulda been nicer to the musclebound." Gazlowe told her, rolling up the scroll.

"If they didn't want to be drooled over, they should have been wearing shirts! They were showing of, obviously they wanted to be appreciated! That's all I was doing, I was appreciating.. okay, and maybe a little inviting, but that's hardly a crime!"

Gazlowe sighed. The orcs looked most unimpressed. "What they are, or aren't, wearing is irrelevant!"

"They would dump water over their hair and their hair about! If that's not an invitation, what is?!"

Gazlowe actually facepalmed. "I think you need a lesson or two here, but I ain't the goblin to be doin' it! Now get lost. Shoo. Scram. Scat."

Tanla opened her mouth and then closed it. "Fine!" she turned on her heel and stomped off down the path that was starting to be covered in snow once more. Idiot orcs. Stupid trolls. Poopyhead smiths. Smart ass goblins. She should blow them and their stupid garrison up. One good arcane explosion would teach them! But, who needed them anyway? She hadn't wanted to be the leader of the Garrison on this time warped world. She had just wanted to sit in her tower and make spells and read books.

She stopped. She smiled. She felt a large weight drop off her shoulders. She could go back to Silvermoon. She could catcall the yummies and not get hate for it. She could shop. She could explore. She could experiment. She could burn effigies of Garrosh with glee. She could stick a Thrall doll on a rope and use him for a batting practice. She could write letters to Jaina Whineyass and explain all the spells she was using wrong. She could be warm! She was FREE!

Tanla started casting the portal to her home before the Horde could change its mind.

[WoW fanfiction] Laresa the Goblin.

Lareasa still wasn't sure how she ended up in charge of a garrison in the middle of an infested land. Too many trees, not enough explosives. It was a short rylak ride to the main garrison. Which had a lot of shirtless blood elves wandering around. Tanla Crystalsong always did know how to decorate. The goblin couldn't say she'd be snuggling one of the tall muscle bound boys any time soon, but they weren't bad to look at.

She hopped off the rylak, handing the reigns over to the bored looking Tauren and headed into the garrison. It was no fair that some bimbo mage got a better headquarters than she did. On the flipside, it didn't look like Tanla had a bed. Maybe she slept on the ops table.  The goblin she was looking for wasn't hard to find. He was in a side office that was piled with scrolls and debris.

"Gazlowe, I needs a favour." Lareasa said without preamble. He was her third cousin or something, what was family for but exploiting?

Gazlowe didn't even look up. "No."

"It's not a big favor." she said in her most winning tone.

He flipped the page on the stack of blueprints he was looking at. "No."

"It won't cost ya a thing!" Well, it might, but why bring little details into the matter?

"No. Wait - what?" He actually looked up at her.

"Just a little time, a word in the right ear.." She wheedled, leaning across the desk to try and make cleavage impressive.

The architect was definitely distracted, but not fooled. "Whad'ya want?"

"A portal to Stormshield. This riding a rylak thing every time Thrall coughs is gettin' a tad tedious." She tried wiggling a bit.

"You're a warlock. Do a portal thing." He went back to his papers. "I build things. I blow things up. Portals ain't my thing, doll."

"Oh I know," she said batting her eyelashes, "But you're so powerful and know all the right people! I figured that you could order one of those silly mages to do it. Bein' so high up in rank and stuff and all."

Gazlowe sighed. "What's in it for me, darlin'?"

"I'll get your Aunt Merzlon off yer back about gettin' married."

"DEAL." Gazlowe grabbed her hand and shook it before she could possibly retract the offer. "One portal, I'm assumin' from your fort, to Stormshield. In return one aunt stops naggin' me about dames. Got it."

Lareasa managed not to roll her eyes. "Perfect. Happy to do business with you."

"One question." The elder goblin said, eying her.

"What?"

"How'd you end up with such a goofy name?"

Lareasa sighed, it was probably the most ungoblin name a goblin could be named. "Mum named me after the first person she swindled. Happened to be a night elf. Lucky me."

Gazlowe laughed. "I'll get on that portal."

"And I'll get to Orgrimmar and distract your aunt."

"See ya, sweetheart."

Lareasa sighed. She wondered if she could make a certain imp just blow up a certain aunt..

[WoW/Animal Fanfiction] When the humans are away..

Imogen, Protection Paladin (tank). Speedy, Holy Paladin (healer). Mr Mick, Frost Death Knight (DPS), Princess Sammy, Restoration Shaman (healer), Bibi, Feral Druid (DPS), Handsome Jack, Markmanship Hunter (DPS).

* * *

Imogen tried not to sigh into the mic. It was like herding cats. Well, she supposed since there WERE two cats in the group, it was exactly like herding cats, and rabbits, and did she have to herd herself? The Australian Shepherd cross gave it a moments thought. "Is everyone ready?" she asked into the relative silence, starting a ready check.

"Yup!" said Speedy, always the quickest. He was a well named Himalayan Rex bunny.

"I guess." grumped Mick. The light brown lop always sounded like he had better things to be doing.

"Of course!" Sammy, black cat and princess, replied with the general disdain she held the world in.

Jack failed the check. There was silence in voice chat.

"Jack?" Immi asked.

"Oh for fuck's sake." Sammy growled. "Where's he gone now?"

"Foo' cat." Mick grumbled.

"Watch it, long ears!" Sammy snapped.

"QUIT IT!" Imogen snapped. "We'll just wait for him to get back. Have some patience."

"Patience? How long does that take to learn?" Speedy asked, innocently.

"Longer than the salad takes to be delivered" Bibi offered, chiming in. The lop was more interested in cleaning her ears than where silly cats had disappeared to.

Imogen resisted the urge to whap her forehead against the desk while the others squabbled.

"Sorry! What'd I miss?" Jack asked, reappearing.

"Where WERE you?" Sammy demanded. "We've been WAITING FOREVER."

The handsome long haired grey just sniffed, "I had to use the litter box."

"Well, next time let us know before you just disappear please." Imogen slid in before anyone else could grump. "NOW! If we're all ready?" She ran a ready check. This time everyone passed. "Okay! Pulling this stupid ogre in 10!"

"I think he's an orc." Speedy pointed out.

"I don't care if he's Captain Picard of the Starship Enterprise, he's got my helm and he's going down!" Sammy exclaimed, planting totems.

Imogen winged off her shield at Kargoth before anyone else could get too enthusiastic. There was a reason they didn't let any of the pick-up raid members into chat. Well, the lack of organization, general bickering and the fact the average WoW player would only hear wuffs, meows, grunts and other animal noises. She wondered where they could find a bird. They needed a bird. Or another dog. Another dog would be really nice.

"I wish Jensen were here," Imogen said a wee while later. "This PuG sucks as an off tank. OH MY FUCKING GOD, TAUNT YOU STUPID..!"

"Does your mother know you use that kind of language?" Mick asked sweetly.

"Who do you think taught it to me?" She growled back. "Yes, get up on the chain, good druid." she added to her monitor with sarcasm.

*Do you think we should have played on a European server?* Speedy typed to Bibi, rather naughtily.

*What? And miss this entertainment of Yanks losing their minds?* she replied with a winky face.

"Mick?! What're you doing?! Kite him into the fire!" Imogen was wondering if the rabbit had fallen asleep.

"Yeah MICK." Sammy chimmed in.

"Not needed, Sammy!" Imogen said.

"Hmph."

"IF I could get a word in edgewise around some chatty-cathies, I was trying but I got lagged."

"Likely story." Sammy said with a sniff.

"Wanna come here and say that, cat?"

"Stop it! DPS! Concentrate!" Imogen scolded.

"But I'm a healer," Sammy said sweetly.

There was a dull thump as Imogen thumped her head against the side of the desk.

"Couldn't tell by those numbers!" Jack, hunter extraordinaire and current top of the DPS charts, pointed out.

"Oh stick it up your tail pipe!" Sammy replied. "No more heals for you."

"Speedy'll heal me. Nyah." Jack told her.

"I will?" Speedy said with the voice of an angel. "I might. If you're nicer to everyone."

The reply was, fortunately, cut off.

"And Bibi the awesome gets the killshot! Loot time! Loot time!" Bibi druid didn't quite pounce on the corpse.

"Speedy's loot dealer." Imogen announced. "I'm taking an afk. Y'know, when you do that, Jack, you TELL PEOPLE?"

Silence from Jack's side.

"Oh for the love of walks." She growled, he was gone already. She pulled off the headset to let herself out into the backyard. Cats were so impossible!

"Do you think she's snapped her leash yet?" Mick asked into his headset.

Sammy shook her head, "Nah. She's good for at least another two bosses before she starts threatening to chase us all up trees."

"She couldn't catch Bibi and I. She'd need a ride from the airport." Speedy giggled.

Bibi snickered. "But she's not that far from you is she Mick?"

"Hmph. Closer to Sammy!"

"I'd just let Cho sit on her, problem solved."

They all agreed letting a 20 pound black lab in a cat's body deal with it was probably the best measure.

Imogen came back into chat. "Okay, is Jack back?"

"Of course not." Sammy said with a sniff. "He's as useless as balls on a Christmas tree."

Silence greeted that comparison.

"Right then, Butcher.. Do you think we can all manage to stand in the right places this time?"

"Pfffft." Mick said. "Why start now?"

Imogen didn't quite whimper.