Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [03/01].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

It was always such a bittersweet feeling, coming in and checking in one all the critters and creatures at the shelter and not being able to find one of your friends from the week before. It did his heart well to know that the pet had presumably gone to a loving and caring home, but he would miss them terribly.

That feeling washed over him that morning when, peering into the fish tank before showering the little fellows with flakes for their breakfast, he noticed the particularly lovely fish with the long shimmering tale was no where to be found, not even hiding within the little plastic palace settled among the rainbow rocks.

"How wonderful!" he smiled happily at his discovery. "It appears as though our good friend has found a new ho--"

But that was as far as he got, as he turned around to see that enviable shimmering tail disappearing in the mouth of one of the cats.

"Oh no," Sidon groaned, rushing toward the feline, even if he knew it was too late. "Oh, Socks, I thought we discussed this! Some fish are friends, while others are food, and anything in those tanks are friend fish, not food fish. Oh, how troublesome you are! How in the world did you even manage to get in there?"

And Socks loftily listened to the reprimand while grooming his paws and licking the last bits of fish from his mouth, then haughtily stalked away, with a glance over his shoulder that Sidon almost thought meant to convey that, if he wasn't careful, he would be the next food fish.

Furnado is open!