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fandomtownies2019-09-13 08:17 am
in_sidon_we_trust) wrote in fandomtownies2019-09-13 08:17 am
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Furnado Animal Shelter; Friday [09/13].
Sidon was going to have his hands full today at the shelter, though not because of fishtanks.
It would seem that, today, Furnado Animal Shelter would possess a rather unusual and sudden influx of black cats in residence.
Unusual. Sudden. And significant in number.
"But what in the world are we going to do with so many of you?" ask Sidon, who figured it was all he could do to help keep them entertained and fed, which was made quite difficult by the fact that they all seemed to wish to meet both of those things via him personally, following him around wherever he went, and rather making any work difficult with them constantly underfoot.
Or, in a few cases, managing to hop onto his shoulders and head due to some help from climbing shelves or whatever else might get them high enough to take advantage of a new perch that allowed them to give a few curious experimental licks at what they could only assume was a very large potential for food that also talked and gave occasional pets and scritches.
And Sidon couldn't help feeling a bit nervous when a group of them seemed to cluster together, sending occasional looks his way, almost as if they were plotting and measuring whether or not there were enough of them to compensate for exactly how much of him there was...
Furnado is open!
It would seem that, today, Furnado Animal Shelter would possess a rather unusual and sudden influx of black cats in residence.
Unusual. Sudden. And significant in number.
"But what in the world are we going to do with so many of you?" ask Sidon, who figured it was all he could do to help keep them entertained and fed, which was made quite difficult by the fact that they all seemed to wish to meet both of those things via him personally, following him around wherever he went, and rather making any work difficult with them constantly underfoot.
Or, in a few cases, managing to hop onto his shoulders and head due to some help from climbing shelves or whatever else might get them high enough to take advantage of a new perch that allowed them to give a few curious experimental licks at what they could only assume was a very large potential for food that also talked and gave occasional pets and scritches.
And Sidon couldn't help feeling a bit nervous when a group of them seemed to cluster together, sending occasional looks his way, almost as if they were plotting and measuring whether or not there were enough of them to compensate for exactly how much of him there was...
Furnado is open!