fandomtownies | Furnado Animal Shelter; Sunday [01/13].

Summer was starting to realize a pretty big hitch in her whole new hit-up-the-shelter-before-lunch-at-Luke's plan for her Sundays, because as soon as she sat down behind the counter to look over things for the week, that cat was back again, hopping up on her lap, getting comfortable, and making it clear that that was where she wanted to stay. Which was clearly not a problem at first, but there was definitely some issues with this arrangement come lunchtime.

And, of course, things couldn't just be as simple as just picking the cat up and moving her. That would just make Summer feel bad.

"Kiiiitty!" she complained at her, looking down, and the cat looked up, almost blankly, expectantly, purring away with all the perfect contentment in the world, wearing the underlying suggestion that any alteration to this situation would just set the entire world off balance, and Summer didn't want that on her conscience, now, did she? Summer whimpered slightly. "Come on! It's Sunday! I have to go get pancakes!"

But she found her hands, instead of shooing the cat off her lap, petting her soft golden brown fur instead. "You almost look like pancakes," she noted.

Summer's hand then stopped as a note of terror struck her deep in her heart. "Oh no," she realized, eyes widening. "That's it, isn't it? That's your name. You're Pancakes. I just named you. It's all over now. It's official.

"I do have a cat."

Pancakes just continued to purr, though it seemed to take on a new note of smug satisfaction.

Furnado is open!