Housepets! Changing By the Seasons: 3. Pet Project
Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 8:08 pm
If you want to know why the name has changed, see "The Way Back Machine" thread for a little explanation. Here we are at the third installment!
However if you cannot find the previous two, or did not realize there is more than one "book" in this series, then fear not!
The links are hither.
CbtS: 1. The Way Back Machine
In which Peanut talks a bit about his life.
CbtS: 2. The New Era
In which a certain Gryphon makes his move: Next stop, animal equality.
Housepets: Pet Project
1. Cats Kissing Dogs
The collective childhood of pets everywhere had been torn to pieces. Gone were the days of playful ignorance and in its place stood the vast trappings of purpose. Life's simple pleasures were as water in the desert. Eight months were spent making changes. Many animal shelters were re-purposed and expanded to accommodate such changes. Schools, living space, help with finding work. Anything animals wanted they could find it.
Humanity watched as their job market was saturated with new competition. Dogs brought fierce loyalty and diligence to any job they worked. Cats had faster reflexes and moved from location to location much faster than their human counterparts. Bears were the new muscle for hire, because who would mess with a bear?
Man feared animals, but animals no longer feared man. Opposition to change formed. Protests erupted in the west. All united under a common question. “Who is going to pay my bills if I can't work?” Companies threw out animal applications in favor of their own species. Some more extreme groups vandalized and boycotted establishments in which animals were employed. Some animals reacted in kind, forming their own vigilante groups. Waiting for vandals and the other disgruntled denizens of the country to make their move.
Despite that all, our story begins where most find their end. Behind the doors of a great and spacious church. Men, women, cats, and dogs made their way in. Filling up pew after pew. Children ran around and payed, paying no mind to their dress clothing. A few human adults gossiped amongst themselves, wondering just who paid for such a celebration. The animals in attendance were dressed in their fanciest collars and situated into rather respectable (and uncomfortable) clothes. No bonus points for guessing what such a venue was for.
The marriage between two different species – let alone pets – was a strange affair. Even to the animals involved. There was a surreal fog that convinced all in attendance that they were just sharing a dream. Such was the case for the wedding of Sabrina and Fido.
Any human watching wrote it off as “just an adorable little affair that made their animal friends feel special.” To some animals and humans alike, it meant denying the special boundaries that nature had put in place. Others looked to it with marked excitement. Fortunately the act was honored with respect by all parties.
For a certain young dog, this meant his Saturday afternoon was going to be spent doing odd jobs here or there for the wedding.
He went down his mental list of things that were already starting to bug him. Tedious tie? Check. Stuffy suit? Check. The occasional embarrassing itch brought on by the suit pants he was wearing? A resounding mental check rang in his mind.
Jon took a deep breath and watched for new guests. All were dressed to the teeth in the crème deal crème of clothes (there was in fact a guest with a golden tooth). Jon would put on his best smile and greet them as nicely as possible. Inside he fought an internal war. One that involved trying to imagine away an intolerable chaffing he felt against his legs. The minutes staggered away like a bad hangover. Made only worse by the broken air conditioning within the church.
“Are you with the bride or the groom?” Jon asked.
“Oh they even got a puppy as an usher! This whole pet marriage thing is adorable!”
The young woman squealed, the man standing next to her covered his right ear and winced a little. Jon did the same. He smiled politely and nodded.
“We're with the groom.” The man said. “I guess...”
“Right this way then.” Jon said.
He fought a great internal struggle wrought forth by the urge to correct the woman. He was notia puppy. He was an “adolescent”now. A whole step up from puppy! Being something of a patient and forgiving dog, he staid the attitude and led them to their seats. Good dogs get good treats, such was the deal his father had made with him. Bad dogs lose video game and computer privileges according to his mom.
Jon jogged away the moment he had seated the couple.
“Come on where's Denver at?” He whispered to himself. It was well past time to switch “shifts.”
“I think I saw him go hide in the bathroom.”
Jon let out what could be described as a newborn puppy's yip and then he looked up with enough force to throw off his balance. He managed to calm down a bit and realize what he was seeing. A cat was perched just above him in a small alcove.
“Gah Snow! What are you doing up there?” He said.
The spot laden dog took a moment to compose himself while Snow slid down and hit the ground with a delicate thud like most cats were prone to doing.
“Oh nothing, just tallying all of the times guests call you a puppy.”
Snow winked and procured a small notebook hidden behind her back.
“Been keeping it all in here.” She said.
“If I didn't think you were joking, I just might take that note book and punt it.”
Jon rolled his eyes and leaned up against the wall. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and let out a disgruntled sigh.
“Making half threats? That's a little unlike you.” Said Snow “Is something wrong?”
“If you count Denver acting like a rotten coward and hiding from his shift, then yes, something is wrong.” Jon said.
“Oh my goodness you're actually complaining. Okay are those pants too small or something, what's the deal?” Snow folded her arms.
“I – “
He opened his mouth to speak once more. Then the words were caught in the back of his throat. Something did feel wrong. Yet he had nothing to complain about. He had braved a day in a suit before – during his own parents' real wedding in fact – and it did not seem all that bad. Not at all like the one he was suffering through at that moment.
“I really don't know.” Jon said. “I guess I'm a little bummed about spending my Saturday ushering people to their seats.”
Snow bit the end of her pencil and looked up. One could see the gears turning in her mind through the intelligent glimmer of her eyes. A smile crossed her lips as she snapped her fingers.
“Okay I have two theories. One is that you've been hanging out with me too long and I'm rubbing off on you.” Snow said.
Jon tilted his head in response.
“That was a joke, you were supposed to laugh.”
“The other theory?” Jon asked.
“Hormones. You know, pesky adolescent hormones that wreak havoc on emotions.” Snow said. “Why do you think kids your age sometimes act so stupid in the movies?”
The border collie mix processed the cat's words for a moment. She might have been on to something. There were in fact times he had found himself mad for no reason at all and then he would blink it away and happy next moment.
“Oh...crud.” Said Jon.
“On the bright side that means you might grow an inch or something.” Snow said. “But don't get your hopes up.”
“Thanks for the reassurance.” Said Jon.
“Only trying to help. Here how about this, I go get Denver, and you take a break. Before you snap or something.”
“I like that idea.” Jon said. “Now-”
“Excuse us?”
Unknown voices were coming from everywhere that day it seemed. This time they were coming from way below. He looked down and tilted his head. A large family of mice now found themselves around his feet.
“Yeah we're with the groom.” The mouse at the front of the small group said.
“Oh of course! Right this way.”
He prayed no one would not freak out about the large family of mice. His eyes glanced over the room. They needed special seating. As in “away from those who found rodents detestable, but still with a good view.” Then it hit him. They could get “balcony” seats in the small alcoves situated along the walls of the church.
Such a climb would be treacherous for a mice however. He was going to need some sort of twine to make impromptu climbing equipment for them. Or, perhaps, something he happened to have on his person. He sifted around his side pocket. His paw moved aside his birthday cellphone, some spare change, until he found a tangled knot of yarn. He gestured to the mice to wait and proceeded to untangle the yarn. Then with the finesse of a cat – or at least a dog trying to imitate a cat – he scaled wall. The cracks in the aged masonry made fine footholds and the protrusion of some of the bricks lent themselves to the journey.
He reached the top and huffed with pride. Four months ago he would not have been able to do that. He knew he would have to relish in his achievement later. The longer the mice were down there the more likely they were going to get hurt. Jon began his search for something to anchor his yarn to. At first glance the walls seemed bare. Then he caught the faint glimmer of something. He squinted his eyes a little and leaned closer to the faint glow. It was in fact a nail catching just the right angle of light. He smiled at his good fortune and tied one end of the yarn to the nail. Then he tossed the rest of it down for the mice to use.
“Come on up!” Jon said.
Now to get down. That was always the tricky part. He tried to imagine the way Snow had managed to jump from her perch and land on her feet. He imagined her figure, her form. It appeared to be technique refined by years of training and experience, but he knew better. It was in her instincts. Cats knew how to climb and tumble before they could properly walk.
He focused on the imaginary Snow in his mind and took the plunge. Though he was not counting on what happened next. The way she looked and the way she moved. It made his throat feel dry and his stomach queasy. It seized his chest and messed up his form. It distracted him just long enough for him to realize his landing was going to be botched. Jon held his hands to shield his face before striking the ground.
“Thanks pup!” said the apparent head of the mice.
“He was like a cat, did ya see him Spo?” Said another.
“Except that landing, no offense.”
“None taken.” Jon said.
He rubbed his sore nose and stood up. Ever so thankful for escaping that with just a bruise and not a broken limb. Jon shuffled his back to the entrance with his pride in pieces. Snow was already there with Denver's head tucked into a head lock of sorts as she dragged him along. A small portable gaming console was dangling from his free hand while one hand tried to pull himself free.
“Come on Snow knock it off.” He whined.
“If you insist.” Snow said.
Snow tapped Denver on the head and shoved him forward. She stifled a yawn and walked towards Jon.
“Now be a good kitty and go do your job.”
“...ow why'd you do that?”
“You asked for it.” Said Snow. “Hey, there you are Jon. How'd seating the mice go?”
“I fell on my face.” Said Jon.
“Ah I knew there was something different about you, have to say it's a bit of an improvement.” Snow chuckled.
“You think so?”
Jon blushed a little, but chuckled. He had long since acclimated to her sense of humor. It was much like trying to hug a cactus until you forgot what the needles felt like.
“Um...so you want to go look around at stuff now that I'm on break?”
“Sure, can't hurt.” Said Snow.
Jon smiled a little and walked next to her. They took a moment to look at a few stained glass windows depicting famous biblical scenes and saints. The occasional statue would pique his interest. Even though Jon was not all that familiar with such things.
“Who's that?” Jon asked
“That's Saint Francis. He's the patron saint of animals.”
“Never took you as the pious type.”
“I can't say I am. But Fido and Sabrina were scoping out a cool place to hold a wedding, so why not a pet friendly church with statues of Saint Francis about. ”
“Makes sense to me.”
They meandered around a bit longer. Jon had noticed Snow really did not speak unless spoken to. While that in and of itself was not odd, the fact that she seemed altogether distant was.
“So are you excited?” The border-collie mix asked.
“For what?”
“For Fido and Sabrina to get hitched. I hear you're going to move into Fido's house.”
“Oh...yeah I'm elated.”
“That's not what it sounds like.”
“Well, it's been kind of boring around here. I mean does it have to be such a big affair when someone wants to legally move in with one another?”
“I think it's more about the symbolism and stuff.” Jon said. “According to my parents those two were dating in secret for years until they decided to make it a public affair. This is a big deal to them.”
“I guess you're right.” Snow said, though not without rolling her eyes. “Oh I've been meaning to show you what's really in the notebook.”
He ignored how eager she was to change the subject and looked in the notebook nestled in her paws. Snow opened the notebook and showed Jon a page she had marked. A still life sketch of him waiting by the door seemed to just leap of the page. He felt his lips curl into a smile as he looked up and down the rough sketch.
“You were sketching me?” Jon asked.
“I was sketching everyone. They aren't all that great, but I think they're okay.” Said Snow.
Jon thumbed through the pages and washed over each sketch with his eyes. Trying to figure out where the pictures had been sketched and who happened to be the subject. He saw pictures of Fido talking with his police dog friends. Pictures of a few guests he had ushered in not too long before he had left his shift. Each sketch had the air of a beginner, with the neat touches of Snow's naturally flowing and controlled pencil strokes. They were not getting into any art museums or anything like that. But the potential for greatness was still there.
“These are really good!” Jon exclaimed.
“You think so?” Said Snow.
“Yeah, I couldn't even dream about drawing as well as this, and you're just starting.” Said Jon.
Snow felt an intense blush. She found it difficult to take compliments. Not out of humility, but the fact that she was did not want to believe it was that good. She saw her work with one too many flaws to be “good,” let alone “really good.”
“What time does the wedding actually start?” Said Snow.
Once again she had changed the subject.
“Fifteen minutes, give or take.” Jon said. “I guess we had better start finding our seats.”
“Right behind you.” Snow replied.
The two began to walk towards the rows of pews. Snow held her sketchbook close to her chest. For fear of a loose page tumbling out and showing everyone her mid-noon activities. Jon strode along with a smile on his face, offering a hello to those he had recognized.
“You know, I'm surprised Sabrina didn't try to get you a more important role in the wedding. You're like the kid she can't have after all.” Said Jon.
“Like what?”
“I dunno, flower girl?”
“Nah I'm a little too old for that.” Said Snow. “Somebody from Fido's side of the family volunteered their puppy. Her name was Gwyn or something like that. Seemed nice enough, just...really freaking hyper. Answer me this, are all puppies like you were at that age?”
“More or less.” Jon said. “you know, I guess I still could be considered a pup, just an older one.”
“See he admits to being a puppy.”
Snow stuck her tongue at him and chuckled. Jon punched her shoulder slightly and huffed a bit.
“Hardy har, most pups my age are pretty much called dogs at this point.” Said Jon. “But not me, I'm always mistaken for Denver's little brother or something.”
“Well cheer up. At least they had some sense to not make you the ring bearer. Imagine how people would look at you then.”
The two squeezed past a group of people towards an open area of seats. Pachabel's Canon in D droned on the organ just above the inane chatter of the wedding attendees. Jon and Snow sat down on the hard wood pew. Jon adjusted his legs for comfort before he looked to Snow and resumed talking.
“I don't look that young do I?” Said Jon.
“You look just like a brand new puppy. If I were you I'd start figuring out how to use that to my advantage.” Said Snow. “If life gives you lemons, build a lemon powered death ray.”
“Excuse me?”
“I'm saying if you play up the cuteness factor you could get like, discounts at stores or something.” Snow said. “Pull out the big dewy eyes, the puppy pout, ears down. I bet you could rob people blind while they were distracted.”
A mischievous smile curled along Jon's lips. He let his eyes widen and his lips pout. A low puppy whimper completed his ensemble of heart-string-tugging tactics.
“So that means you'll give me five dollars right?” He said in the most pathetic voice he could muster.
“What? No.” Snow said. “I will not give you five dollars.”
“Aww please?”
He held the face a little longer. Snow tried not to look at him. Only for him to try and move into her field of vision. She shoved him, but that seemed to make him all the more determined.
“Ugh fine, put that face away before I throw up.”
She sifted around in the pocket of her collar and tossed him a five dollar bill.
Jon slipped the money away as they looked at each other. Both broke out laughing at how stupid they were acting, or rather how stupid he was acting. He was certain they were getting odd stares from the other guests, but that was to be expected no matter where he went.
“And you two say you aren't dating?”
Jon caught his tongue to try and stifle a puppy-like yelp. Only for it to come out choked and strained.
“Okay can people stop sneaking up on me like that!”
Miles' two sons were now seated next to him. Denver stood at the end of the pew with a smirk on his face. He waved a little and returned to his ushering duties. Jon shook his head and rolled his eyes. If people were not staring before, they were after
“Someone's a little jumpy today.” Said Alexander The Awesome (because “great” was so B.C.).
“You're not even the one getting married.”
Rudy added, the elder of the three siblings gave a reserved nod and looked to the front of the room.
“Not yet anyways.” Alexander said. “At this rate I bet this church will see another mixed species marriage.”
Jon hid his face. A crimson blush burning bright against his fur.
“Okay now you're starting to bug me.” Snow said. “Where's your sister anyways, isn't it her job to keep you in check?”
“You know I find it funny that girls are always trying to protect you.” Alexander said.
“She's helping dad run some errands. We're having a summer Barbeque thing over at our place next week.” Rudy said. “It's kind of an annual thing, we've done it ever since we first moved to the neighborhood.”
“So does that mean I'm eating something cooked at your house for once?” Jon asked.
“Don't count on it.” Said Alexander.
The wolf picked at his teeth with a claw and slouched in his seat a little.
“I thought you liked deer carcass any ways.”
“Yuck.” Snow grimaced a little. “Is that why your breath always smells like something died?”
“No matter how many times I brush my teeth the smell never comes out.”
“Might be gross to you, but the lady wolves dig a guy with carcass breath.” Said Alexander. “Think of it like a breath mint those humans eat.”
“...wait they do? That's it I'm never brushing my teeth again.”
“Ugh you guys are so disgusting. I doubt any self respecting girl out there wants to taste a carcass when they make out.”
“Shh...it's starting.” said Rudy
He turned towards the group, his finger to his lips. Meanwhile, Denver stumbled towards the group with his awkward gait. Squeezing past the guests and the wolf brothers until he was on Snow's left side. He planted himself next to Snow and took a deep breath.
“What did I miss?” Denver asked.
“Shh!”
“Ah...not much then.”
Here comes the bride began to play on the electronic organ off to the side. The chatter subsided to whispers that fit themselves just beneath the hum of the organ. Heads turned as everyone watched for the bride.
~~
Fido took a long and heavy breath. There he was at the altar of his own wedding. He had worked his tail off trying to help build up enough funds to pay for it. Everyone told him a dog could never hold a decent job with the FBI. That he'd be too busy chasing his tail during investigations. He had showed them he was more than just a mobile nose. Months and months of work now went into about a day and a half's worth of ceremony.
Was it worth it?
Right behind him was his younger brother Bino. Any one who knew Bino assumed the dog was there to antagonize his older brother and his choice in a mate. Fido was relieved that Bino agreed to be the best man.
“You know it means a lot to me that you're here.” Fido whispered to Bino.
“I'm not here for you.” Said Bino. “Mom would haunt me or something if she saw I didn't go to my own brother's wedding.”
“All the same, thanks.” Said Fido.
He was just happy his brother put away his ego for a moment and was civil. Part of him knew all too well that come the next day Bino would be back to his regular self. He had to savor what he could of the situation.
The wedding march started playing and at the end of the aisle was the girl of the hour. Sabrina walked out in a wedding dress that was a little different by most people's standards. At least most in the west. An aunt on her side of the family that worked as a seamstress, all the way in Egypt no less, had helped put it together. It was a dark crimson. Its frills and folds gave it the distinct look of a rose. Not a square inch of her fur could be seen. Save for what little could be made out behind the veil.
“You look good hon. Would it be corny if I called you a desert rose?” He said.
“The short answer is yes. And You don't look so bad yourself. It's almost like you're getting married today.” She whispered back.
This entire wedding was building up to what amounted to ten minutes of the day. Months of planning, hours mulling over flowers and wedding colors. Finding the perfect suit. Paying for the wedding dress. Hundreds of dollars poured into making every moment just that much more special. Family on both sides took the time to come visit, some from out of state, others from out of the country. Not to mention the friendships he lost to this relationship.
Was all of this worth ten minutes?
The sound of her voice brought him back to earth.
“I do.” She said.
Fido took a second to regain his composure. This was more than ten minutes. This would be the first day of every day in their lifetime together.
“I do.”
He had hoped his voice had not come off as too serious or somber.
“You may now kiss the bride.”
The two locked lips, and that moment, Fido was sure everything was going to work out.
~~
“Now that I think about it we should've tried for a double wedding.” Said Peanut.
He stood with one arm holding Grape to his side and a fine glass of bubbling cider in his free hand.
“With your anxiety problems, I don't think that would be such a good idea.” Grape said.
She rolled her eyes and took a sip from her own glass. The small group of friends shared a laugh. Though Fido's was more out of relief than humor. A sense of relief now rested deep in his very bones. He had lost count of the days he had spent in envy of his friends. The only other people in the neighborhood that seemed on board with the whole cat-loving thing. It didn't seem fair. Peanut's parents were just more ready to pay for it.
“I'm just happy that pets can do this sort of thing seriously now.” Said Fido.
“Amen to that.” Peanut said.
“So is everyone enjoying themselves, you guys need anything?” Sabrina asked.
“We should be asking you that question.” Grape replied.
“Good point, I guess I'm just used to hosting these kind of things. Makes me nervous when I don't have to do anything and only get married.”
“Only get married?” Said Fido.
Sabrina gave bespectacled dog a light tap on the nose and smiled.
“Oh you know what I mean.” She said. “Thanks for all of your help guys. We really appreciate it.”
“What about me?” Max said.
The proprietor of the event was balancing several plates of food as he walked to a small serving table. It was loaded with small treats and sandwiches. He held his breath with each plate he set down. Then he would exhale upon placing them on the table.
“And yes we couldn't have had all this wonderful catering without the hangout.” Sabrina said.
He nodded back and gave her a toothy grin before jogging off and attending to other guests at the reception.
“Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't someone try and buy out this place this past winter?” Said Peanut.
“That lady who owns Heathcliff's now tried to.” Sabrina replied. “Apparently his party convinced a very wealthy guest to make up the difference.”
“The Miltons?”
“Not sure. They requested that they remain anonymous.” Said Sabrina.
The refurbished establishment, newly christened as “Max and Jay's,” was a hit among the pet population of the Gardens. Dogs and cats alike were drawn in by the variety of things to do. The bigger budget made way for new wallpapers, a bar, the entire kitchen being refitted with the latest in kitchen gizmos. With a bit of outside help, they could even hire pet workers.
“Tell your boys I said thanks when you see them.” Sabrina said. “Where are they anyways?”
“Probably downstairs. That's where the games are set up right?”
“I think so, hope they're alright. Snow told me Jon was a little mad about missing out on his Saturday fun.”
“Ah he'll live. I'm sure they're just fine.” Said Peanut.
It was not like Jon went without. He would get over it in due time. He hoped.
~~
Fox glanced about his warmly lit kitchen for a short moment, a small cup of water was bubbling with ever shrinking tablets resting at the bottom of the glass. For once during the day he had a moment to himself. No Bino complaining about the wedding, no Bino complaining about the new club budget, in fact no Bino at all eased many heavy burdens on his shoulders.
Even then he felt a strange sense of aloofness that he could not quite understand.
He remembered once in his life he believed that being a pet was much better than being feral. He did not have to fight for his meals. He was guaranteed a warm bed and a roof above his head. Now heaps of change had been thrust upon him. For once in his self contained existence he had questioned the role of his thread in the grand tapestry that was life. Everyone around him seemed to be moving forward with their lives. Animals were getting married, they were getting jobs, going to schools, some even had their own houses.
So much opportunity for others. Yet this new world threatened him. His bag boy job at the local grocer led to many anti-animal rights sentiments with a few regular customers – nothing like the riots in the bit cities though. That he was thankful for.
It still hurt to be told that they wanted “someone without fleas” to handle their groceries.
Fox sipped at the bubbling water and winced. The stuff tasted of bitter soda. He took a deep breath. Held it. Then exhaled slowly. He tipped the glass to his lips and tried to down the foul liquid as fast as he could. A strange aftertaste lingered on his tongue.
“Thought you were going to the wedding reception?”
The husky turned to face his “dad.” At the moment he still looked like “Officer Lindberg.” Blue uniform and a badge to complete the ensemble. He must have just made it home.
“I started to feel sick. Stomach problems.”
“Again?” Said Lindberg. “Maybe we should take you to the vet.”
“Maybe.”
The husky slumped into a seat at the kitchen table. His dad followed suit. Bill glanced over his dog. Fox had this air of exhaustion around him – one that had been around for days. He couldn't figure out for the life of him what was wrong with his dog. Bill reached across the table and scritched behind his ears. Fox gave him a tired smile. Bill was not what one would call “soft.” But give him a sad animal and his heart strings were aptly tugged.
“What else is wrong?”
Fox looked down at the table.
“Nothing, I don't think.”
“I'm not sure a stomach ache can make you this miserable.” Said Bill. “Is this still about your friend leaving?”
King's absence did trouble Fox for the first few weeks. Months later and that sadness had left his system. The letters and e-mails did give him some comfort in that regard. No, there was something else to this melancholy.
“To be honest. I think it's just stress. All these new laws. My new job. The 'improved' GODC. It's hard to get a handle on it all.”
“I know what you mean.” Said Bill. “Bills to pay, jobs to work to pay the bills. Suddenly life doesn't seem so full of options.”
“Makes me wish I was a wild animal sometimes.”
“Perhaps you could give yourself something to work for. There's nothing to stop you anymore. Maybe you should take advantage of that.”
Fox nodded a little. Bill patted Fox on the head and stood from his seat. He held his arms in the air and stretched his back.
“I'm going to go get ready for bed. Just knock if you need me.”
Something to work for. Fox shook his head and made his way to his room. He decided to sleep on it.
~~
Denver peeked around a corner; the arcade area was empty. A great amount of guests had moved upstairs and left the arcade to a handful of people. Most of them were just looking for someplace a little more quiet than the upstairs. Low voices were just audible above the beeps and boops of the arcade cabinets.
“Okay are you guys happy now?” Denver said. “Can we go?”
“Just hold your horses for a moment.” Snow hissed. “I swear I felt something weird over here.”
Jon looked at Snow and shook his head.
“So far I think it's just broom closets and stuff like that. I think you're just being paranoid.”
“No Jon, this is definitely something.” The cat said.
Snow grabbed his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. They were tinged with worry and desperation. Something all too alien on Snow's face. Jon bit his bottom lip and nodded.
“Alright then, lead the way.”
Snow's glowing eyes added to the eerie atmosphere of these back rooms. The rooms back there were still dirty and in complete disrepair. Paint had peeled off of the walls and the furniture had been knocked over. Max had not put much into renovating this area. Though she knew not why, he had enough funds to try it at this point.
“Hey, you see that?” Jon asked.
“I think that's exactly what we're looking for...” Snow said.
The two of them walked a little closer to the door. She held her ear up against it. It sounded like classical music.
“Hey that's Chopin's nocturne in b-flat minor.” Jon said.
His excitement following that observation confused Snow immensely. She raised her brow and looked at him. Jon shrugged back.
“It's Clayborne's theme on the Devil Dog television show. I looked it up.”
Snow rolled her eyes and whispered “nerd” under her breath. She reached out to the door, grasped the handle, and twisted. But it did not budge.
“Crud. Jon how good are you at picking locks?”
“You kidding? I'm the best lock picker I know. Since I haven't met any other lock pickers at least.” Said Jon. “But seriously do you really need to see what's back there?”
“Yes because it sounds like...”
“Jooon! Jon, snow, get back here, quick...oof!”
Denver had tripped at the end of the hallway. Both turned and saw his fluffy brown tail peek around the corner. Jon and Snow looked at each other. Panic apparent more so in Jon's eyes than hers. If he got caught, then his mom would find out, and that was possible grounds for losing gaming and television privileges. Worse yet he might not be able to go hangout with the wolves. He could not have that happen.
Before the person chasing Denver turned the corner himself, Jon decided it was now or never. He was about to make the dumbest and most desperate move ever in his life. With closed eyes he grabbed Snow by the shoulders and kissed her.
Her eyes widened as she punched him in the chest, but he did not let go. Not until the person turning the corner got a good look at him. Denver looked up and gasped.
“Guys you aren't supposed to be...back...here.”
Jay stood there quite perplexed. He knew people always joked about those two, but it was at that very moment jokes became a reality. Jon broke the kiss and caught Snow before she fell. She was shocked beyond shocked. His eyes were wide with fright as he turned towards Jay.
“You didn't see that honest!”
“I think I did see that.” Jay nodded, his face twisted into a half grin. “Dang you are a couple of sneaky kids. Wait'll Max hears this one.”
“No, no wait! You can't tell him I was back here.” Said Jon. “I might get in trouble...I just wanted a little privacy. Come on don't you know how that is?”
“Pfft you kids.” Said Jay. “Tell you what, I'll keep a lid on it that you two were back here. I once was in love! And I know exactly how it feels when something steps in to take it away.”
“You aren't talking about my mom are you?”
“No, no I'm not! Okay maybe I am, but that's besides the point.” Jay said. “Because I like you kid, I'll make sure no one hears about this. Not a soul.”
“You're the best Jay!” J
on hugged the cat.
“Yeah, yeah, now seriously get out of here. You're not supposed to be back here.”
Jon nodded and ran towards Snow. He grabbed her by the paw and led her out of the hall. Her expression still dumbfounded. When they were clear of Jay he let go of her paw and looked at her.
“Are you okay?”
Jon was greeted with a punch to the face. He stumbled back a little and rubbed his cheek.
“Okay I deserved that.”
“What on earth were you thinking!”
She hissed at him and pressed her finger into his chest.
“I panicked, I didn't want to get in trouble and I thought we'd get off easy if it was just...you know...and...”
“You weren't thinking at all were you?” Snow glared daggers into his eyes. “Ugh you and your carcass breath. Take a mint or something before you decide to do something stupid like that again! In fact don't ever think about doing that again, or I will skin you and turn you into a puppy rug. Got it?”
Jon nodded slowly as she walked away.
“At least we aren't in trouble...”
“I'll give you that.” Snow sighed. “Just, go, I need a moment...ugh it's gonna take weeks to get the taste of dead deer out of my mouth.”
“Okay...”
Jon nodded, his tail between his legs as he left. His cheeks bright red. Denver gulped and followed after Jon. He had never seen Snow that mad before.
Snow rubbed her temples and leaned against a wall. She was beyond upset. But not entirely at Jon. For one she was pretty sure someone was keeping Alana down in that room. She recognized that voice anywhere. Second, she was very upset at herself. She actually found herself enjoying the kiss at one point. With a groan she kept walking to catch up.
She was not a dog lover, she did not like a dog in that way! She drew the line at enjoying a dog's company. Besides where did he learn to kiss like that? It was kind of nice. No! She was not liking it, it was all instinct acting out of turn. Even then the carcass breath wasn't all that bad was it?
She took a deep breath and groaned, what a mess. On her cat loving adoptive mother's wedding no less. Maybe that was Jon's plan all along when he said he would tag along with her. But she knew he had a crush on Lupa. In fact she was the only person who knew such a thing existed in the young dog's mind.
“I need more cat friends...I think I like a dog.” She grumbled, speaking to no one in particular.
However if you cannot find the previous two, or did not realize there is more than one "book" in this series, then fear not!
The links are hither.
CbtS: 1. The Way Back Machine
In which Peanut talks a bit about his life.
CbtS: 2. The New Era
In which a certain Gryphon makes his move: Next stop, animal equality.
Housepets: Pet Project
1. Cats Kissing Dogs
The collective childhood of pets everywhere had been torn to pieces. Gone were the days of playful ignorance and in its place stood the vast trappings of purpose. Life's simple pleasures were as water in the desert. Eight months were spent making changes. Many animal shelters were re-purposed and expanded to accommodate such changes. Schools, living space, help with finding work. Anything animals wanted they could find it.
Humanity watched as their job market was saturated with new competition. Dogs brought fierce loyalty and diligence to any job they worked. Cats had faster reflexes and moved from location to location much faster than their human counterparts. Bears were the new muscle for hire, because who would mess with a bear?
Man feared animals, but animals no longer feared man. Opposition to change formed. Protests erupted in the west. All united under a common question. “Who is going to pay my bills if I can't work?” Companies threw out animal applications in favor of their own species. Some more extreme groups vandalized and boycotted establishments in which animals were employed. Some animals reacted in kind, forming their own vigilante groups. Waiting for vandals and the other disgruntled denizens of the country to make their move.
Despite that all, our story begins where most find their end. Behind the doors of a great and spacious church. Men, women, cats, and dogs made their way in. Filling up pew after pew. Children ran around and payed, paying no mind to their dress clothing. A few human adults gossiped amongst themselves, wondering just who paid for such a celebration. The animals in attendance were dressed in their fanciest collars and situated into rather respectable (and uncomfortable) clothes. No bonus points for guessing what such a venue was for.
The marriage between two different species – let alone pets – was a strange affair. Even to the animals involved. There was a surreal fog that convinced all in attendance that they were just sharing a dream. Such was the case for the wedding of Sabrina and Fido.
Any human watching wrote it off as “just an adorable little affair that made their animal friends feel special.” To some animals and humans alike, it meant denying the special boundaries that nature had put in place. Others looked to it with marked excitement. Fortunately the act was honored with respect by all parties.
For a certain young dog, this meant his Saturday afternoon was going to be spent doing odd jobs here or there for the wedding.
He went down his mental list of things that were already starting to bug him. Tedious tie? Check. Stuffy suit? Check. The occasional embarrassing itch brought on by the suit pants he was wearing? A resounding mental check rang in his mind.
Jon took a deep breath and watched for new guests. All were dressed to the teeth in the crème deal crème of clothes (there was in fact a guest with a golden tooth). Jon would put on his best smile and greet them as nicely as possible. Inside he fought an internal war. One that involved trying to imagine away an intolerable chaffing he felt against his legs. The minutes staggered away like a bad hangover. Made only worse by the broken air conditioning within the church.
“Are you with the bride or the groom?” Jon asked.
“Oh they even got a puppy as an usher! This whole pet marriage thing is adorable!”
The young woman squealed, the man standing next to her covered his right ear and winced a little. Jon did the same. He smiled politely and nodded.
“We're with the groom.” The man said. “I guess...”
“Right this way then.” Jon said.
He fought a great internal struggle wrought forth by the urge to correct the woman. He was notia puppy. He was an “adolescent”now. A whole step up from puppy! Being something of a patient and forgiving dog, he staid the attitude and led them to their seats. Good dogs get good treats, such was the deal his father had made with him. Bad dogs lose video game and computer privileges according to his mom.
Jon jogged away the moment he had seated the couple.
“Come on where's Denver at?” He whispered to himself. It was well past time to switch “shifts.”
“I think I saw him go hide in the bathroom.”
Jon let out what could be described as a newborn puppy's yip and then he looked up with enough force to throw off his balance. He managed to calm down a bit and realize what he was seeing. A cat was perched just above him in a small alcove.
“Gah Snow! What are you doing up there?” He said.
The spot laden dog took a moment to compose himself while Snow slid down and hit the ground with a delicate thud like most cats were prone to doing.
“Oh nothing, just tallying all of the times guests call you a puppy.”
Snow winked and procured a small notebook hidden behind her back.
“Been keeping it all in here.” She said.
“If I didn't think you were joking, I just might take that note book and punt it.”
Jon rolled his eyes and leaned up against the wall. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and let out a disgruntled sigh.
“Making half threats? That's a little unlike you.” Said Snow “Is something wrong?”
“If you count Denver acting like a rotten coward and hiding from his shift, then yes, something is wrong.” Jon said.
“Oh my goodness you're actually complaining. Okay are those pants too small or something, what's the deal?” Snow folded her arms.
“I – “
He opened his mouth to speak once more. Then the words were caught in the back of his throat. Something did feel wrong. Yet he had nothing to complain about. He had braved a day in a suit before – during his own parents' real wedding in fact – and it did not seem all that bad. Not at all like the one he was suffering through at that moment.
“I really don't know.” Jon said. “I guess I'm a little bummed about spending my Saturday ushering people to their seats.”
Snow bit the end of her pencil and looked up. One could see the gears turning in her mind through the intelligent glimmer of her eyes. A smile crossed her lips as she snapped her fingers.
“Okay I have two theories. One is that you've been hanging out with me too long and I'm rubbing off on you.” Snow said.
Jon tilted his head in response.
“That was a joke, you were supposed to laugh.”
“The other theory?” Jon asked.
“Hormones. You know, pesky adolescent hormones that wreak havoc on emotions.” Snow said. “Why do you think kids your age sometimes act so stupid in the movies?”
The border collie mix processed the cat's words for a moment. She might have been on to something. There were in fact times he had found himself mad for no reason at all and then he would blink it away and happy next moment.
“Oh...crud.” Said Jon.
“On the bright side that means you might grow an inch or something.” Snow said. “But don't get your hopes up.”
“Thanks for the reassurance.” Said Jon.
“Only trying to help. Here how about this, I go get Denver, and you take a break. Before you snap or something.”
“I like that idea.” Jon said. “Now-”
“Excuse us?”
Unknown voices were coming from everywhere that day it seemed. This time they were coming from way below. He looked down and tilted his head. A large family of mice now found themselves around his feet.
“Yeah we're with the groom.” The mouse at the front of the small group said.
“Oh of course! Right this way.”
He prayed no one would not freak out about the large family of mice. His eyes glanced over the room. They needed special seating. As in “away from those who found rodents detestable, but still with a good view.” Then it hit him. They could get “balcony” seats in the small alcoves situated along the walls of the church.
Such a climb would be treacherous for a mice however. He was going to need some sort of twine to make impromptu climbing equipment for them. Or, perhaps, something he happened to have on his person. He sifted around his side pocket. His paw moved aside his birthday cellphone, some spare change, until he found a tangled knot of yarn. He gestured to the mice to wait and proceeded to untangle the yarn. Then with the finesse of a cat – or at least a dog trying to imitate a cat – he scaled wall. The cracks in the aged masonry made fine footholds and the protrusion of some of the bricks lent themselves to the journey.
He reached the top and huffed with pride. Four months ago he would not have been able to do that. He knew he would have to relish in his achievement later. The longer the mice were down there the more likely they were going to get hurt. Jon began his search for something to anchor his yarn to. At first glance the walls seemed bare. Then he caught the faint glimmer of something. He squinted his eyes a little and leaned closer to the faint glow. It was in fact a nail catching just the right angle of light. He smiled at his good fortune and tied one end of the yarn to the nail. Then he tossed the rest of it down for the mice to use.
“Come on up!” Jon said.
Now to get down. That was always the tricky part. He tried to imagine the way Snow had managed to jump from her perch and land on her feet. He imagined her figure, her form. It appeared to be technique refined by years of training and experience, but he knew better. It was in her instincts. Cats knew how to climb and tumble before they could properly walk.
He focused on the imaginary Snow in his mind and took the plunge. Though he was not counting on what happened next. The way she looked and the way she moved. It made his throat feel dry and his stomach queasy. It seized his chest and messed up his form. It distracted him just long enough for him to realize his landing was going to be botched. Jon held his hands to shield his face before striking the ground.
“Thanks pup!” said the apparent head of the mice.
“He was like a cat, did ya see him Spo?” Said another.
“Except that landing, no offense.”
“None taken.” Jon said.
He rubbed his sore nose and stood up. Ever so thankful for escaping that with just a bruise and not a broken limb. Jon shuffled his back to the entrance with his pride in pieces. Snow was already there with Denver's head tucked into a head lock of sorts as she dragged him along. A small portable gaming console was dangling from his free hand while one hand tried to pull himself free.
“Come on Snow knock it off.” He whined.
“If you insist.” Snow said.
Snow tapped Denver on the head and shoved him forward. She stifled a yawn and walked towards Jon.
“Now be a good kitty and go do your job.”
“...ow why'd you do that?”
“You asked for it.” Said Snow. “Hey, there you are Jon. How'd seating the mice go?”
“I fell on my face.” Said Jon.
“Ah I knew there was something different about you, have to say it's a bit of an improvement.” Snow chuckled.
“You think so?”
Jon blushed a little, but chuckled. He had long since acclimated to her sense of humor. It was much like trying to hug a cactus until you forgot what the needles felt like.
“Um...so you want to go look around at stuff now that I'm on break?”
“Sure, can't hurt.” Said Snow.
Jon smiled a little and walked next to her. They took a moment to look at a few stained glass windows depicting famous biblical scenes and saints. The occasional statue would pique his interest. Even though Jon was not all that familiar with such things.
“Who's that?” Jon asked
“That's Saint Francis. He's the patron saint of animals.”
“Never took you as the pious type.”
“I can't say I am. But Fido and Sabrina were scoping out a cool place to hold a wedding, so why not a pet friendly church with statues of Saint Francis about. ”
“Makes sense to me.”
They meandered around a bit longer. Jon had noticed Snow really did not speak unless spoken to. While that in and of itself was not odd, the fact that she seemed altogether distant was.
“So are you excited?” The border-collie mix asked.
“For what?”
“For Fido and Sabrina to get hitched. I hear you're going to move into Fido's house.”
“Oh...yeah I'm elated.”
“That's not what it sounds like.”
“Well, it's been kind of boring around here. I mean does it have to be such a big affair when someone wants to legally move in with one another?”
“I think it's more about the symbolism and stuff.” Jon said. “According to my parents those two were dating in secret for years until they decided to make it a public affair. This is a big deal to them.”
“I guess you're right.” Snow said, though not without rolling her eyes. “Oh I've been meaning to show you what's really in the notebook.”
He ignored how eager she was to change the subject and looked in the notebook nestled in her paws. Snow opened the notebook and showed Jon a page she had marked. A still life sketch of him waiting by the door seemed to just leap of the page. He felt his lips curl into a smile as he looked up and down the rough sketch.
“You were sketching me?” Jon asked.
“I was sketching everyone. They aren't all that great, but I think they're okay.” Said Snow.
Jon thumbed through the pages and washed over each sketch with his eyes. Trying to figure out where the pictures had been sketched and who happened to be the subject. He saw pictures of Fido talking with his police dog friends. Pictures of a few guests he had ushered in not too long before he had left his shift. Each sketch had the air of a beginner, with the neat touches of Snow's naturally flowing and controlled pencil strokes. They were not getting into any art museums or anything like that. But the potential for greatness was still there.
“These are really good!” Jon exclaimed.
“You think so?” Said Snow.
“Yeah, I couldn't even dream about drawing as well as this, and you're just starting.” Said Jon.
Snow felt an intense blush. She found it difficult to take compliments. Not out of humility, but the fact that she was did not want to believe it was that good. She saw her work with one too many flaws to be “good,” let alone “really good.”
“What time does the wedding actually start?” Said Snow.
Once again she had changed the subject.
“Fifteen minutes, give or take.” Jon said. “I guess we had better start finding our seats.”
“Right behind you.” Snow replied.
The two began to walk towards the rows of pews. Snow held her sketchbook close to her chest. For fear of a loose page tumbling out and showing everyone her mid-noon activities. Jon strode along with a smile on his face, offering a hello to those he had recognized.
“You know, I'm surprised Sabrina didn't try to get you a more important role in the wedding. You're like the kid she can't have after all.” Said Jon.
“Like what?”
“I dunno, flower girl?”
“Nah I'm a little too old for that.” Said Snow. “Somebody from Fido's side of the family volunteered their puppy. Her name was Gwyn or something like that. Seemed nice enough, just...really freaking hyper. Answer me this, are all puppies like you were at that age?”
“More or less.” Jon said. “you know, I guess I still could be considered a pup, just an older one.”
“See he admits to being a puppy.”
Snow stuck her tongue at him and chuckled. Jon punched her shoulder slightly and huffed a bit.
“Hardy har, most pups my age are pretty much called dogs at this point.” Said Jon. “But not me, I'm always mistaken for Denver's little brother or something.”
“Well cheer up. At least they had some sense to not make you the ring bearer. Imagine how people would look at you then.”
The two squeezed past a group of people towards an open area of seats. Pachabel's Canon in D droned on the organ just above the inane chatter of the wedding attendees. Jon and Snow sat down on the hard wood pew. Jon adjusted his legs for comfort before he looked to Snow and resumed talking.
“I don't look that young do I?” Said Jon.
“You look just like a brand new puppy. If I were you I'd start figuring out how to use that to my advantage.” Said Snow. “If life gives you lemons, build a lemon powered death ray.”
“Excuse me?”
“I'm saying if you play up the cuteness factor you could get like, discounts at stores or something.” Snow said. “Pull out the big dewy eyes, the puppy pout, ears down. I bet you could rob people blind while they were distracted.”
A mischievous smile curled along Jon's lips. He let his eyes widen and his lips pout. A low puppy whimper completed his ensemble of heart-string-tugging tactics.
“So that means you'll give me five dollars right?” He said in the most pathetic voice he could muster.
“What? No.” Snow said. “I will not give you five dollars.”
“Aww please?”
He held the face a little longer. Snow tried not to look at him. Only for him to try and move into her field of vision. She shoved him, but that seemed to make him all the more determined.
“Ugh fine, put that face away before I throw up.”
She sifted around in the pocket of her collar and tossed him a five dollar bill.
Jon slipped the money away as they looked at each other. Both broke out laughing at how stupid they were acting, or rather how stupid he was acting. He was certain they were getting odd stares from the other guests, but that was to be expected no matter where he went.
“And you two say you aren't dating?”
Jon caught his tongue to try and stifle a puppy-like yelp. Only for it to come out choked and strained.
“Okay can people stop sneaking up on me like that!”
Miles' two sons were now seated next to him. Denver stood at the end of the pew with a smirk on his face. He waved a little and returned to his ushering duties. Jon shook his head and rolled his eyes. If people were not staring before, they were after
“Someone's a little jumpy today.” Said Alexander The Awesome (because “great” was so B.C.).
“You're not even the one getting married.”
Rudy added, the elder of the three siblings gave a reserved nod and looked to the front of the room.
“Not yet anyways.” Alexander said. “At this rate I bet this church will see another mixed species marriage.”
Jon hid his face. A crimson blush burning bright against his fur.
“Okay now you're starting to bug me.” Snow said. “Where's your sister anyways, isn't it her job to keep you in check?”
“You know I find it funny that girls are always trying to protect you.” Alexander said.
“She's helping dad run some errands. We're having a summer Barbeque thing over at our place next week.” Rudy said. “It's kind of an annual thing, we've done it ever since we first moved to the neighborhood.”
“So does that mean I'm eating something cooked at your house for once?” Jon asked.
“Don't count on it.” Said Alexander.
The wolf picked at his teeth with a claw and slouched in his seat a little.
“I thought you liked deer carcass any ways.”
“Yuck.” Snow grimaced a little. “Is that why your breath always smells like something died?”
“No matter how many times I brush my teeth the smell never comes out.”
“Might be gross to you, but the lady wolves dig a guy with carcass breath.” Said Alexander. “Think of it like a breath mint those humans eat.”
“...wait they do? That's it I'm never brushing my teeth again.”
“Ugh you guys are so disgusting. I doubt any self respecting girl out there wants to taste a carcass when they make out.”
“Shh...it's starting.” said Rudy
He turned towards the group, his finger to his lips. Meanwhile, Denver stumbled towards the group with his awkward gait. Squeezing past the guests and the wolf brothers until he was on Snow's left side. He planted himself next to Snow and took a deep breath.
“What did I miss?” Denver asked.
“Shh!”
“Ah...not much then.”
Here comes the bride began to play on the electronic organ off to the side. The chatter subsided to whispers that fit themselves just beneath the hum of the organ. Heads turned as everyone watched for the bride.
~~
Fido took a long and heavy breath. There he was at the altar of his own wedding. He had worked his tail off trying to help build up enough funds to pay for it. Everyone told him a dog could never hold a decent job with the FBI. That he'd be too busy chasing his tail during investigations. He had showed them he was more than just a mobile nose. Months and months of work now went into about a day and a half's worth of ceremony.
Was it worth it?
Right behind him was his younger brother Bino. Any one who knew Bino assumed the dog was there to antagonize his older brother and his choice in a mate. Fido was relieved that Bino agreed to be the best man.
“You know it means a lot to me that you're here.” Fido whispered to Bino.
“I'm not here for you.” Said Bino. “Mom would haunt me or something if she saw I didn't go to my own brother's wedding.”
“All the same, thanks.” Said Fido.
He was just happy his brother put away his ego for a moment and was civil. Part of him knew all too well that come the next day Bino would be back to his regular self. He had to savor what he could of the situation.
The wedding march started playing and at the end of the aisle was the girl of the hour. Sabrina walked out in a wedding dress that was a little different by most people's standards. At least most in the west. An aunt on her side of the family that worked as a seamstress, all the way in Egypt no less, had helped put it together. It was a dark crimson. Its frills and folds gave it the distinct look of a rose. Not a square inch of her fur could be seen. Save for what little could be made out behind the veil.
“You look good hon. Would it be corny if I called you a desert rose?” He said.
“The short answer is yes. And You don't look so bad yourself. It's almost like you're getting married today.” She whispered back.
This entire wedding was building up to what amounted to ten minutes of the day. Months of planning, hours mulling over flowers and wedding colors. Finding the perfect suit. Paying for the wedding dress. Hundreds of dollars poured into making every moment just that much more special. Family on both sides took the time to come visit, some from out of state, others from out of the country. Not to mention the friendships he lost to this relationship.
Was all of this worth ten minutes?
The sound of her voice brought him back to earth.
“I do.” She said.
Fido took a second to regain his composure. This was more than ten minutes. This would be the first day of every day in their lifetime together.
“I do.”
He had hoped his voice had not come off as too serious or somber.
“You may now kiss the bride.”
The two locked lips, and that moment, Fido was sure everything was going to work out.
~~
“Now that I think about it we should've tried for a double wedding.” Said Peanut.
He stood with one arm holding Grape to his side and a fine glass of bubbling cider in his free hand.
“With your anxiety problems, I don't think that would be such a good idea.” Grape said.
She rolled her eyes and took a sip from her own glass. The small group of friends shared a laugh. Though Fido's was more out of relief than humor. A sense of relief now rested deep in his very bones. He had lost count of the days he had spent in envy of his friends. The only other people in the neighborhood that seemed on board with the whole cat-loving thing. It didn't seem fair. Peanut's parents were just more ready to pay for it.
“I'm just happy that pets can do this sort of thing seriously now.” Said Fido.
“Amen to that.” Peanut said.
“So is everyone enjoying themselves, you guys need anything?” Sabrina asked.
“We should be asking you that question.” Grape replied.
“Good point, I guess I'm just used to hosting these kind of things. Makes me nervous when I don't have to do anything and only get married.”
“Only get married?” Said Fido.
Sabrina gave bespectacled dog a light tap on the nose and smiled.
“Oh you know what I mean.” She said. “Thanks for all of your help guys. We really appreciate it.”
“What about me?” Max said.
The proprietor of the event was balancing several plates of food as he walked to a small serving table. It was loaded with small treats and sandwiches. He held his breath with each plate he set down. Then he would exhale upon placing them on the table.
“And yes we couldn't have had all this wonderful catering without the hangout.” Sabrina said.
He nodded back and gave her a toothy grin before jogging off and attending to other guests at the reception.
“Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't someone try and buy out this place this past winter?” Said Peanut.
“That lady who owns Heathcliff's now tried to.” Sabrina replied. “Apparently his party convinced a very wealthy guest to make up the difference.”
“The Miltons?”
“Not sure. They requested that they remain anonymous.” Said Sabrina.
The refurbished establishment, newly christened as “Max and Jay's,” was a hit among the pet population of the Gardens. Dogs and cats alike were drawn in by the variety of things to do. The bigger budget made way for new wallpapers, a bar, the entire kitchen being refitted with the latest in kitchen gizmos. With a bit of outside help, they could even hire pet workers.
“Tell your boys I said thanks when you see them.” Sabrina said. “Where are they anyways?”
“Probably downstairs. That's where the games are set up right?”
“I think so, hope they're alright. Snow told me Jon was a little mad about missing out on his Saturday fun.”
“Ah he'll live. I'm sure they're just fine.” Said Peanut.
It was not like Jon went without. He would get over it in due time. He hoped.
~~
Fox glanced about his warmly lit kitchen for a short moment, a small cup of water was bubbling with ever shrinking tablets resting at the bottom of the glass. For once during the day he had a moment to himself. No Bino complaining about the wedding, no Bino complaining about the new club budget, in fact no Bino at all eased many heavy burdens on his shoulders.
Even then he felt a strange sense of aloofness that he could not quite understand.
He remembered once in his life he believed that being a pet was much better than being feral. He did not have to fight for his meals. He was guaranteed a warm bed and a roof above his head. Now heaps of change had been thrust upon him. For once in his self contained existence he had questioned the role of his thread in the grand tapestry that was life. Everyone around him seemed to be moving forward with their lives. Animals were getting married, they were getting jobs, going to schools, some even had their own houses.
So much opportunity for others. Yet this new world threatened him. His bag boy job at the local grocer led to many anti-animal rights sentiments with a few regular customers – nothing like the riots in the bit cities though. That he was thankful for.
It still hurt to be told that they wanted “someone without fleas” to handle their groceries.
Fox sipped at the bubbling water and winced. The stuff tasted of bitter soda. He took a deep breath. Held it. Then exhaled slowly. He tipped the glass to his lips and tried to down the foul liquid as fast as he could. A strange aftertaste lingered on his tongue.
“Thought you were going to the wedding reception?”
The husky turned to face his “dad.” At the moment he still looked like “Officer Lindberg.” Blue uniform and a badge to complete the ensemble. He must have just made it home.
“I started to feel sick. Stomach problems.”
“Again?” Said Lindberg. “Maybe we should take you to the vet.”
“Maybe.”
The husky slumped into a seat at the kitchen table. His dad followed suit. Bill glanced over his dog. Fox had this air of exhaustion around him – one that had been around for days. He couldn't figure out for the life of him what was wrong with his dog. Bill reached across the table and scritched behind his ears. Fox gave him a tired smile. Bill was not what one would call “soft.” But give him a sad animal and his heart strings were aptly tugged.
“What else is wrong?”
Fox looked down at the table.
“Nothing, I don't think.”
“I'm not sure a stomach ache can make you this miserable.” Said Bill. “Is this still about your friend leaving?”
King's absence did trouble Fox for the first few weeks. Months later and that sadness had left his system. The letters and e-mails did give him some comfort in that regard. No, there was something else to this melancholy.
“To be honest. I think it's just stress. All these new laws. My new job. The 'improved' GODC. It's hard to get a handle on it all.”
“I know what you mean.” Said Bill. “Bills to pay, jobs to work to pay the bills. Suddenly life doesn't seem so full of options.”
“Makes me wish I was a wild animal sometimes.”
“Perhaps you could give yourself something to work for. There's nothing to stop you anymore. Maybe you should take advantage of that.”
Fox nodded a little. Bill patted Fox on the head and stood from his seat. He held his arms in the air and stretched his back.
“I'm going to go get ready for bed. Just knock if you need me.”
Something to work for. Fox shook his head and made his way to his room. He decided to sleep on it.
~~
Denver peeked around a corner; the arcade area was empty. A great amount of guests had moved upstairs and left the arcade to a handful of people. Most of them were just looking for someplace a little more quiet than the upstairs. Low voices were just audible above the beeps and boops of the arcade cabinets.
“Okay are you guys happy now?” Denver said. “Can we go?”
“Just hold your horses for a moment.” Snow hissed. “I swear I felt something weird over here.”
Jon looked at Snow and shook his head.
“So far I think it's just broom closets and stuff like that. I think you're just being paranoid.”
“No Jon, this is definitely something.” The cat said.
Snow grabbed his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. They were tinged with worry and desperation. Something all too alien on Snow's face. Jon bit his bottom lip and nodded.
“Alright then, lead the way.”
Snow's glowing eyes added to the eerie atmosphere of these back rooms. The rooms back there were still dirty and in complete disrepair. Paint had peeled off of the walls and the furniture had been knocked over. Max had not put much into renovating this area. Though she knew not why, he had enough funds to try it at this point.
“Hey, you see that?” Jon asked.
“I think that's exactly what we're looking for...” Snow said.
The two of them walked a little closer to the door. She held her ear up against it. It sounded like classical music.
“Hey that's Chopin's nocturne in b-flat minor.” Jon said.
His excitement following that observation confused Snow immensely. She raised her brow and looked at him. Jon shrugged back.
“It's Clayborne's theme on the Devil Dog television show. I looked it up.”
Snow rolled her eyes and whispered “nerd” under her breath. She reached out to the door, grasped the handle, and twisted. But it did not budge.
“Crud. Jon how good are you at picking locks?”
“You kidding? I'm the best lock picker I know. Since I haven't met any other lock pickers at least.” Said Jon. “But seriously do you really need to see what's back there?”
“Yes because it sounds like...”
“Jooon! Jon, snow, get back here, quick...oof!”
Denver had tripped at the end of the hallway. Both turned and saw his fluffy brown tail peek around the corner. Jon and Snow looked at each other. Panic apparent more so in Jon's eyes than hers. If he got caught, then his mom would find out, and that was possible grounds for losing gaming and television privileges. Worse yet he might not be able to go hangout with the wolves. He could not have that happen.
Before the person chasing Denver turned the corner himself, Jon decided it was now or never. He was about to make the dumbest and most desperate move ever in his life. With closed eyes he grabbed Snow by the shoulders and kissed her.
Her eyes widened as she punched him in the chest, but he did not let go. Not until the person turning the corner got a good look at him. Denver looked up and gasped.
“Guys you aren't supposed to be...back...here.”
Jay stood there quite perplexed. He knew people always joked about those two, but it was at that very moment jokes became a reality. Jon broke the kiss and caught Snow before she fell. She was shocked beyond shocked. His eyes were wide with fright as he turned towards Jay.
“You didn't see that honest!”
“I think I did see that.” Jay nodded, his face twisted into a half grin. “Dang you are a couple of sneaky kids. Wait'll Max hears this one.”
“No, no wait! You can't tell him I was back here.” Said Jon. “I might get in trouble...I just wanted a little privacy. Come on don't you know how that is?”
“Pfft you kids.” Said Jay. “Tell you what, I'll keep a lid on it that you two were back here. I once was in love! And I know exactly how it feels when something steps in to take it away.”
“You aren't talking about my mom are you?”
“No, no I'm not! Okay maybe I am, but that's besides the point.” Jay said. “Because I like you kid, I'll make sure no one hears about this. Not a soul.”
“You're the best Jay!” J
on hugged the cat.
“Yeah, yeah, now seriously get out of here. You're not supposed to be back here.”
Jon nodded and ran towards Snow. He grabbed her by the paw and led her out of the hall. Her expression still dumbfounded. When they were clear of Jay he let go of her paw and looked at her.
“Are you okay?”
Jon was greeted with a punch to the face. He stumbled back a little and rubbed his cheek.
“Okay I deserved that.”
“What on earth were you thinking!”
She hissed at him and pressed her finger into his chest.
“I panicked, I didn't want to get in trouble and I thought we'd get off easy if it was just...you know...and...”
“You weren't thinking at all were you?” Snow glared daggers into his eyes. “Ugh you and your carcass breath. Take a mint or something before you decide to do something stupid like that again! In fact don't ever think about doing that again, or I will skin you and turn you into a puppy rug. Got it?”
Jon nodded slowly as she walked away.
“At least we aren't in trouble...”
“I'll give you that.” Snow sighed. “Just, go, I need a moment...ugh it's gonna take weeks to get the taste of dead deer out of my mouth.”
“Okay...”
Jon nodded, his tail between his legs as he left. His cheeks bright red. Denver gulped and followed after Jon. He had never seen Snow that mad before.
Snow rubbed her temples and leaned against a wall. She was beyond upset. But not entirely at Jon. For one she was pretty sure someone was keeping Alana down in that room. She recognized that voice anywhere. Second, she was very upset at herself. She actually found herself enjoying the kiss at one point. With a groan she kept walking to catch up.
She was not a dog lover, she did not like a dog in that way! She drew the line at enjoying a dog's company. Besides where did he learn to kiss like that? It was kind of nice. No! She was not liking it, it was all instinct acting out of turn. Even then the carcass breath wasn't all that bad was it?
She took a deep breath and groaned, what a mess. On her cat loving adoptive mother's wedding no less. Maybe that was Jon's plan all along when he said he would tag along with her. But she knew he had a crush on Lupa. In fact she was the only person who knew such a thing existed in the young dog's mind.
“I need more cat friends...I think I like a dog.” She grumbled, speaking to no one in particular.