Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [11/15].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Far be it from Sidon to not rise to the challenge of not only going about his usual tasks and duties as a proud Furndado employee, but to also do it while taking care of a small robotic baby prone to crying if he failed to pay even the slightest bit of attention to her. The sling had been a brilliant idea, really; he could wear it in a way that swaddled her close to his chest, where it seemed the rhythm of his breathing and his heart calmed her down, as did the rumble of his voice when he talked, so he made sure to have plenty of conversations with the animals today. And if he needed to do something that required him to not worry about a baby against his chest getting in the way, he switched it around to comfortably fit her on his back, and he could go about whatever task he needed to while distracting her with twitching of his headtail.

Which he had to say (and made sure to tell her, in very complimentary and impressed ways, despite having to hold back the wincing pain), she was exceptionally good at catching and biting, which, really, he thought shouldn't hurt nearly as much as it did, considering it was coming from something that didn't exactly have much by the way of teeth yet.

Furnado is open!