Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [01/24].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

It would seem that Sidon would have his hands full today for his shift at the shelter. It appeared that the pygmy goat that came in made up in rambunctiousness what he lacked in size. He was rather fond of climbing up on things, which Sidon figured was natural for a goat, but the things he preferred to climb on were things where the cat had managed to scale to sit and rest or sometimes sleep...so that he could then butt them off of those spots.

And since he'd rather not spend the day with a bunch of irritated, angry, salty, perhaps even mildly injured cats, Sidon kept an eye on the goat, plucking him up whenever he tried to scale his way toward a cat, placing him somewhere far away and flat for a while before he pranced up to try again.

It was pretty clear that the goat thought the whole thing was a rather entertaining sport, and even bleated in irritation at Sidon in the few instances where he didn't notice him fast enough.

There were worse ways, however, that one could spend their day than chasing down tiny little goats.

Furndado is open!