Here it is. My first installment.As I do with that other forums, Kenn, Vi, and Mrs. Kindra Tobor are (c) me; Everyone else (c) Rick Griffin.
Cat and Mouse
It was a perfect Spring day. The Sun was shining, and there a nice breeze to keep everything cool. All the Neighborhood pets were out an about enjoying the wonderful day. Even Bino was in good spirits as he walked down the sidewalk hand and hand with Sasha. Rex and Fox playing a game of Frisbee while Fido, and his mouse friend, Spo, kept score. Peanut was spending time, with Tarot, as well. She was teaching Peanut how to meditate. Much to his disappointment, going â€œOOOoooooommm...â€ was not included.
â€œLet your mind go blank, dear,â€ she coaxed. â€œRelax, and let everything come to you.â€
After, evidently trying, Peanut opened his eyes. â€œI can't do it. Not like you.â€
He looked up at his mate, feeling disappointed in himself.
â€œThese things take time, Peanut,â€ Tarot, said, levitating- immersed in her green ethereal field. â€œI didn't start out like this, you know.â€
While all the pets were outside playing, their owners took the time to sit back and relax on their patios with a nice tall cold one [of iced tea]. The Sandwiches smiled as they watched Grape and Max compare notes on the latest Pride Lands installment, and Peanut sharing Tarot's interests. It was then, that they noticed a care they hadn't seen before, a shiny new, red 2010 Camaro. It was followed by a moving truck. They were headed to the house just down the street.
â€œHuhâ€, Mr Sandwich sighed after nice long swig. â€œSo someone's finally bought that house, huh?â€
â€œYep,â€ replied his wife. â€œAbout time, too. I heard the wife's an ex-PETA member- after that event with Fox.â€
â€œYeah...,â€ Mr Sandwich said, recalling said event. â€œAnd the husband?â€
â€œNot sure... But I heard it's something to do with nano-tech, and micro-construction.â€
â€œWow,â€ Mr. Sandwich nodded, impressed. â€œSo, what about her pets.â€
â€œOh, yeah,â€ Mrs Sandwich said, curled up trying to hold in her laughter. â€œGet this- a cat and a mouse.â€
â€œWhat?â€ Mr. Sandwich asked.
â€œYou heard me. A cat and a mouse, and they get along like our cat and dog, from what I hear.â€
â€œOkay, point made.â€
Meanwhile, down the street, the Camaro pulled up into the the driveway, while the moving van parked in front of the yard. Out of the passenger door, emerged a female cat. She was completely white, except her paws [feet and hands], tail tip, were a light purple. Her collar was the same shade of light purple, as were her eyes; it was decorated with a large, clear marble with a noticeable swirl in it- also matching in color. A small, light gray, mouse was perched on top of her head. He had small, but round patches wound his blue eyes, and a small patch of said black fur running between them, giving the appearance of glasses.
â€œNow, Violet,â€ said a female voice, from inside the car, â€œyou two can go play, but it's up to you to look after Kenn.â€
â€œ'Kay, mom,â€ the cat responded.
â€œAnd you be careful, too, Kennâ€
â€œOkay, Mom, answered the mouse, as he slid down the side of Vi's head and down onto her shoulder.
The two made their way back up the street to introduce themselves. On their way, the walked past a Cat, playing tag with a dog. Their collars were the same color, but the cat's was decorated with an M, while the Dog's had a T. They looked at each other- they seemed like a nice place to start. Vi took a deep breath and walked up to them.
â€œHi,â€ she said, walking up to them.
The cat and dog stopped chasing each other and looked over this new cat with a mouse on her shoulder. They both smiled and extended their paw.
â€œI'm Marvin,â€ said the cat. â€œAnd this is Tiger.â€
â€œCharmed,â€ Tiger said, quickly.
â€œSorry, about him,â€ Marvin said. â€œHe gets on edge around new faces.â€
â€œIt's okay. I'm Violet,â€ Vi said, shaking their paws. â€œVi for short. And this is Kenn. We just moved her.â€
â€œHey,â€ Kenn said, waving.
â€œNew here, huh?â€ Marvin said. â€œWell, let us show you around.â€
With that, Marvin and Tiger went back in and came back out with a tall Caucasian man and a white rabbit, hiding behind him.
â€œSo,â€ said the man. â€œThese are the new pets in the neighborhood. Nice to meet you. I'm Jerry, and this Zach.â€
â€œH-hi,â€ Zach said, timidly.
I thought we could show them around, and stuff, Marvin said. You want to come?
â€œMe?â€ Zach asked. â€œUm,.. okay.â€
â€œNot me!â€ Tiger said suddenly. â€œI am NOT going anywhere near Bino, NOR his little dog 'club'!â€
With that he stormed inside, and Jerry, embarrassed. Quickly apologized and followed Tiger. Marvin and Zach sighed as they begun the tour. They were shown around to the cats and a few dogs. Most of which were a little confused to see a cat and mouse so close to each other, and surprised to see Zach out and about. But midway, in front of Rex's house, Vi had to ask.
â€œUm, excuse me,â€ she said. â€œBut why doesn't Tiger like Bino?â€
Marvin paused and sighed. â€œIt's not just Bino. He really doesn't like any of the other dogs here. He simply dislikes Bino most of all.â€
â€œI figured as much,â€ Kenn said. â€œIt's because of his name, isn't it?â€
Marvin turned around at Vi and Kenn, somewhat surprised, and relieved. He finally had someone to talk to.
â€œYes, yes it is.â€
â€œAnd this Bino...â€ Kenn continued, â€œmost likely teased him, either more frequently, more harshly, or both.â€
Marvin, just standing there, answered. â€œboth...â€
â€œThen it stands to reason that he holds at least some influence of this 'Dog's club' Tiger mentioned.â€
â€œYes!â€ Marvin gasped. â€œYes. He and his older brother, Fido, founded the Dog's club. Fido's cool; Even the cats look up to him. But, Bino...â€
â€œHe has another brother, doesn't he? Most likely a younger one?â€
â€œHe's good...â€ Zach said, wide eyed.
â€œYeah,â€ Marvin agreed. â€œJoey. How did you guess.â€
â€œSimple.â€ Kenn said. â€œFrom what you told me, I got the impression that Fido is the star of the Pet community, casting a shadow over Bino. If it were just the two of them, he would simply act out. But since he tries assert himself, he's obviously got a younger brother, who either found his position in the status quo, or simply opted not to care about it. If that were the case, That would also spur the need to vent his insecurities upon upon someone else.â€
Marvin and Zach just looked at the little mouse while Vi simply smiled.
â€œI love listening to him when he goes all detective,â€ she said. â€œAnd you'd better get used to it.â€
â€œI do that a lot, Kenn continued..
â€œGuh-good to know,â€ Marvin said before Kenn could continue, on with the tour.
Marvin and Zach lead them over to Fox, who greeted them with a nice paw shake and smile. Daisy was just as friendly as ever. But when they got to Rex, Marvin and Zach shied away. As they did, Kenn took at look at him. A big bulldog with the stereotypical red, spiked collar with a skull on it. With him were to dogs. Both had the same light brown fur, but one was obviously more built, and he was sporting a pair of sunshades. The bigger of the two was obviously trying to get a point across while the smaller one didn't seem to listen.
â€œThat was Rex,â€ Marvin said.
â€œBino's muscle,â€ Kenn guessed, â€œand one reason why no one has challenged him?â€
â€œYeah.â€ Marvin said. â€œThe other reason-â€
â€œWould be his brother,â€ Kenn continued. â€œMany feel that if they were to try and pull something against Bino, they'd be doing the same to Fido, even though they are worlds apart.â€
Marvin chuckled. â€œHey, who's giving here?â€
â€œI told you he does that a lot,â€ Vi smiled.
â€œSo I see...â€
Moving on, they walked into the middle of the park where Tarot and Peanut were meditating. Kenn was taken aback when he saw Tarot â€“ in lotus position, several feet off the air and her eyes glowing like something off the Mummy.
â€œI'd love to see how she's doing that,â€ he thought out loud.
â€œIt's no trick,â€ she replied. â€œWhat you see is what you get.â€
Kenn looked at the Pomeranian suspiciously, and decided to drop it. Peanut opened his eyes to see Vi and Kenn. He stood up while Tarot exited her trance and levitated back to the ground.
â€œI'm Peanut,â€ Peanut said, getting up and extending his paw.
â€œI'm Tarot,â€ Tarot said, doing the same.
Kenn an Vi introduced themselves. Kenn still looked around the area for signs of anything, that could have made her levitate, but soon gave it up. A little something for him to work on.
â€œSo, you wanna come in and play some games?â€ Peanut offered
â€œSure,â€ Vi said.
â€œJust don't bother with Mouse Trap,â€ Kenn smiled, half jokingly
â€œDeal,â€ Peanut chuckled.
â€œWe'll have to talk to Mom to see if we can.â€ Kenn went on. â€œCan we use your phone?â€
â€œSure,â€ Peanut said. â€œLet's go, my house is right over there,â€ He pointed towards the north eastern corner of the park, and led they way. Yâ€ou wanna come too, guys?â€
â€œNo thanks,â€ Marvin answered. â€œBut we gotta go home and make sure Tiger doesn't eat all the cookies again.â€
â€œBye,â€ Zach, called back to Vi and Kenn as they left.. â€œI'll see you later. And it was nice meeting you.â€
â€œSame here,â€ Vi answered, following Peanut ant Tarot
When they reached their house, the Sandwiches were already waiting on them.
â€œHi, Peanut, Tarotâ€ Mrs Sandwich said, giving them a hug. â€œThese the new pets?â€
â€œHi, mom,â€ Peanut answered. â€œYeah. Meet Violet and Kenn.â€
â€œWell, It's very nice to meet you two,â€ Mr. Sandwich said.
â€œLikewise,â€ Kenn said.
â€œEveryone is so friendly around here,â€ Violet smiled.
â€œYep,â€ Mr. Sandwich replied. â€œIt is pretty nice down here, isn't it? â€œ
â€œIs there anything we can do for you?â€ Mrs. Sandwich asked.
â€œUm, yes please,â€ Vi answered.
â€œPeanut invited us in to play,â€ Kenn continued, â€œand we were hoping to use your phone and call our mom on her cell and let her know where we'd be.â€
â€œSure,â€ Mrs. Sandwich said. â€œCome in. You know her number?â€
â€œYes,â€ Vi answered, walking in. â€œ(982) 316-2876.â€
â€œOkay,â€ Mrs. Sandwich said, having pulled out her own cell, dialing the number.
She waited for a second while the phone rang. Soon the other end picked up
â€œOh, hello,â€ she said after a bit.â€ This is Mrs. Sandwich.... Yes, um... I have your pets here and they wanted to play with one of mine.... Sure okay,â€ She handed the phone to Vi. â€œfor you two.â€
â€œThank you,â€ Vi said, lifting Kenn back on top of her head as she took the phone. â€œHi, mom!...Yes. .. He's here too.... ... ... Thanks, mom! You're the best... .... ...â€
Kenn suddenly plopped back on Vi's head, obviously upset. Peanut was bout to ask what was the matter, but Mrs. Sandwich put a hand on his shoulder.
â€œ...No, mom. He's not....â€ Vi sighed. â€œOkay.... Alright.... I know... Personal.... Okay. Thanks! ... Love you too.â€
With that, she punched the disconnect button. â€œShe said we can play. And she's going to hit redial when it's time for us to go home.â€
â€œOkay,â€ Mrs. Sandwich said. â€œBut what's wrong with Kenn?â€
â€œNothingâ€ Kenn sighed. Those All thumb movers totaled my 1/100 scale model of the Eiffel Tower with working lights and everything. I was this close,â€ He put his index finger to his thumb, â€œt to finishing that thing, too.â€
â€œAw, I'm sorry.â€ Tarot said.
â€œIt's okay.â€ Kenn said, sitting up. â€œTo be honest I enjoyed building it, but it's still crushing to see all your hard work demolished, because of ill-educated manual labor; I don't even know what's salvageable, yet. It's like having that ONE game file where you've beaten that almost impossible, 24- try bosses, and you forget to save, or you did save, and someone wrote over it with a new game.â€
â€œI've been there,â€ Peanut said. â€œBut speaking of which, I got Mario Kart, If you want to play.â€
Kenn brightened up at that. â€œSure, I'm game.â€
Yay!!â€ Peanut cheered as he went to get his game ready.
â€œBut, how are you...?â€ Mr Sandwich asked Kenn.
â€œYou saw Ratatoullie, right,â€ Kenn replied.
â€œYeah,â€ Mr. Sandwich answered.
Trying to picture it, Mr. Sandwich was left speechless
â€œVi! Kenn!â€ Peanut called from the living room, â€œGame's ready!â€
â€œOkay,â€ Vi called back. â€œWe're coming!.â€ She looked back at the Sandwiches. â€œExcuse us.â€
The game started, Peanut handed Vi the second controller while Kevin took his position on Vi's head, taking some short locks of head-fur into his tiny paws. Going off of they ways he tugged on the locks of fur, Vi acted out what Kenn wanted. Kenn/Vi chose Luigi, while Peanut chose Mario. Being the guests, they chose the hardest level unlocked. Peanuts owners walked in and sat next peanut and Vi, curious to see how Kenn planned on acting through Vi in real time. Mrs. Sandwich kept an eye on Kenn, while Mr. Sandwich looked at the screen. Both Peanut and Kenn were â€œin the zoneâ€. Tugging and jerking at the locks of fur in his paws, Kenn told Vi what to do, and she acted on the tugs and cues accordingly before she could even think. Mrs. Sandwich was impressed. She had noticed that while they way Vi turned the wheel prompted sharp turns, she avoided leaning from side to side, keeping the mouse in place. Mr. Sandwiches was impressed, as well. They were winning! While Peanut was leaning from side to side, with the sharp turn he had to make, he still kept slipping on banana peels, or or running into exploding koopa shells. Soon, the Kenn/Vi team had come in 1st place and Peanut was in 7th. The Sandwiches, Peanut, Included, were completely shocked. If they hadn't seen it, they wouldn't have believed it. A mouse, using cat's body had beaten a well experienced dog in video games.
â€œAw...â€ Peanut moaned. â€œI lost.â€
â€œShould have warned ya,â€ Kenn said. â€œWe practiced like this a lot.â€
â€œAnd we're real good, too,â€ Vi smiled.
â€œSo we can see.â€ Mrs. Sandwich said, getting over her initial shock.
Just then, the door opened and closed. A voice sounded.
â€œMom, Dad! It's me and Max.â€
â€œIn here, Honey!â€ Mrs. Sandwich called from the living room.
Grape and Max walked in and saw Violet with Kenn laying on her head.
â€œUm... Hi?â€ Grape waved.
â€œGrape, Max.â€ Mr. Sandwich said. â€œMeet Vi, and Kenn. Vi, Kenn- Grape, and Max. Grape is ours. Max lives up the street.â€
â€œHey,â€ Grape said. â€œShaking Vi's paw, then Kenn's.â€
â€œNice to meet you,â€ Max said, following suit.
â€œSame here,â€ Kenn said, while Vi smiled.
â€œSo what's up,â€ Grape asked.
â€œKenn and Vi beat me at Mario Kart,â€ Peanut answered still having.â€
â€œLike together,â€ Max asked,
â€œReally,â€ Grape asked. â€œHow?â€
Grab the controller, and We can show you.
â€œThis I gotta see.â€ Grape grinned. â€œSet it up!â€
â€œYeah,â€ Max put in. I'm game, too.â€
â€œOkay,â€ Peanut obliged.
Grape and Max sat there, wide eyed and slack-jawed. They couldn't believe what had just happened. Each had played against Kenn/Vi and lost; Grape came in at 4th while Max came in at 5th. Vi and Kenn looked over at the two cats, grinning.
â€œOkay, Okay,â€ Grape finally said. â€œI give. You two win!â€
â€œHow did you two do that?â€ Max asked.
â€œLike Kenn said earlier,â€ VI answered, picking Kenn up and placing him on the table. â€œWe practiced. A lot.â€
â€œI'm too small for the controls,â€ Kenn said, â€œbut I can see the time and place to strike, or lay traps that my opponents will most likely run into.â€
â€œAnd I simply can't,â€ Vi said. â€œI'm not the best- strategy wise. But Kenn saw that if he managed to sync his actions with mine, we could be unbeatable. And, being Pets, we usually have a lot of free time on our paws.â€
â€œI see...â€ Mr. Sandwich nodded. â€œThat was ... pretty creative of you.â€
â€œThanks,â€ Kenn said. â€œYou should have seen my Tower before we moved.â€
â€œTower?â€ Gape asked.
â€œYeah,â€ Kenn sighed. â€œI built a 1/100th scale model of the Eiffel Tower, with working lights and everything.â€
â€œWhoa, seriouslyâ€? Max asked.
â€œYes, seriously,â€ Vi said. â€œYou should have seen it. It was fantastic. All it was missing was its antenna.â€
â€œWhat happened to it?â€ Grape asked. â€œI'd love to see it.â€
â€œCan't,â€ Kenn growled. â€œIt got totaled in the moving.â€
â€œMoving here,â€ Grape asked.
â€œYes,â€ Vi said. â€œAnd he work so hard on it, too.â€
â€œOuch,â€ Max said.
â€œYeah, That's harsh,â€ said Grape. â€œNeed any help?â€
â€œI don't know yet.â€ Kenn said. â€œI haven't taken a look at it to see what is salvageable, or not.â€
â€œWell, If you ever need any help,â€ Peanut offered, â€œjust let-â€
Mrs. Sandwich's cellphone went off. The pulled it out of her pocket and answered it.
â€œHello?â€ She asked. â€œ... Oh, hey!... Hm? Oh, no trouble at all.... Yes. A Wii. ... I saw... You could have thrown that one out there. Oh, Okay.... Yeah. It's 1293 Garden Lane... Yeah, real close... Okay. See you in a bit... Yes, they'll be ready. .. `Kay, bye.â€
â€œThat was your mom Vi, and Kenn,â€ Mrs. Sandwich said, hanging up. â€œShe says she'll be over in a minute or so to pick you up. So, no more game.â€
Aw...â€ The pets moaned.
â€œBut maybe you can come over tomorrow, and play,â€ Peanut said.
â€œVi can, but I can't,â€ Kenn said.
â€œOh, Yeah,â€ Grape recalled. â€œYour tower.â€
â€œYes, that,â€ Kenn replied. â€œAmong other things I was working on. I have to check on them, too.â€
â€œBusy little guy, ain't he,â€ Max smiled.
â€œWell, You know,â€ Kenn blushed. â€œIdle hands, and all that. And now, Vi will have someone to talk to about her Pride Lands books.â€
â€œYou too!â€ Grape gasped, leaning in. â€œWhat page are you on!? What book?â€
â€œ I'm on the third book of the New Prophecy line,â€ Vi, answered. â€œAnd as for Page number, not sure. But I'm just past the Part where Kurok's son is about to choose whether or not to takes his father's place. Don't tell me if you've already passed that part.â€
â€œWe did.â€ Max said. â€œLet me tell you-â€
â€œThat's probably mom,â€ Vi said.
â€œI'll go check,â€ Mr. Sandwich said, getting up.
They watched him go and answer the door.
â€œWho is it?â€ he asked.
â€œMrs. Trobor,â€ a female voice responded, as Vi laid her paw out on the table.
â€œThat is mom,â€ Kenn sighed, climbing into Vi's paw. â€œShe's really fast. Well, we had fun. Nice meeting you.â€
â€œAnd thanks for having us over,â€ Vi smiled,
â€œSame here,â€ Mrs. Sandwich said. â€œAnd any time.â€
The pets all said their good bye's as Kenn and Vi opened the door and got into their mom's car.
â€œI hear they behaved themselves,â€ Mrs. Tobor said.
â€œAh-ah... No trouble,â€ Mr Sandwich stammered. â€œNone at all.â€
â€œJust then,â€ Mrs. Sandwich joined her husband at the door. â€œHoney, is everything-.! Okay?â€
Sh was, like her husband, taken aback, they Mrs. Tobor was, simply put, gorgeous. Black, Silky hair running down her back, flawless, chocolate skin, and sparkling brown eyes- all kept wrapped professionally in a simple shirt, and jeans- obviously for the moving and sorting of the dishes and furniture, etc.
â€œYou must be, Mrs. Sandwich, Mrs. Tobor smiled. Thanks again for having them over. Maybe we can return the favor...
I'd like that.
Well, again, thanks, Mrs. Tobor sad, turning to leave. But, My husband's got dinner on. Tonight's fish stew.
Vi's excited squeal could be heard from the car.
â€œNow I really have to go,â€ Mrs. Tobor giggled as she turned to leave. â€œWe'll see you around some time.â€
Okay, the Sandwiches replied, closing their door bye!â€
In her car, after she closed her door, Mrs. Tobor laid her head back and sighed.
â€œI just found out why we got our house for so cheap,â€ She said. Kenn, â€œI'll bet even you can't guess this one.â€
Kenn sighed climbed under a buckled seat-belt. I don't have to. I already had the address looked up.
â€œYou knew?!?â€ Mrs. Tobor gasped. â€œAnd you didn't tell us!?!â€
â€œKnew what?â€ Vi asked.
â€œI tried to, Mom! Kenn explained, â€œbut when I finally got the chance, it was too late.â€
â€œKnew what?â€ Vi asked. â€œWhat did he know.â€
â€œWell, let's put it this way,â€ Kenn sighed. â€œWe just became next door neighbors to a pack of wolves.â€
Well, Here it is. Comments are welcome. But please know flames.