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fandomtownies2021-06-28 07:01 am
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Furnado Animal Shelter; Monday [06/28].
Even though Sakaki knew that her plushies never really turned out very good, she was hoping that the Neco Coneco she had worked on last night could serve as a sort of peace offering between herself and the cats at the shelter. So it was with a great reverence that she brought the little stuffed lump that looked absolutely nothing like the adorable characters it was supposed to, set it down on the floor before the cats like an offering, and then slowly...slowly...backed away.
They approached the thing cautiously, leaning in to give it a suspicious sniff, bat at it a few times. Sakaki's heart was racing in her chest, pounding so hard she worried it might burst, as she eagerly witnessed one of them nuzzling its head against what was supposed to be smaller of the two cats with a little purr.
It worked! It actually worked! They would make friends with the Neco Coneco plush, and then, maybe, just maybe, they would make friends with he--
What happened next happened so fast that Sakaki felt like blinking was a mistake, because all of a sudden, there was a horrible caterwauling, and then there was a flurry of claws and teeth and fluff and fabric, and the next minute, all that was left of Neco Coneco was a tattered pile of stuffing and felt, and the cats went tearing off to somewhere else in the shelter, their message being delivered and heard, loud and clear.
One day, Sakaki might have to perform a surgery like this on an actual animal, but for today? She was deftly in the operating room (figuratively speaking, she was just sitting on the counter) trying to piece the poor thing together, although anyone who saw it before the mauling would probably suggest she just put it out of its misery already.
Furnado is open!
They approached the thing cautiously, leaning in to give it a suspicious sniff, bat at it a few times. Sakaki's heart was racing in her chest, pounding so hard she worried it might burst, as she eagerly witnessed one of them nuzzling its head against what was supposed to be smaller of the two cats with a little purr.
It worked! It actually worked! They would make friends with the Neco Coneco plush, and then, maybe, just maybe, they would make friends with he--
What happened next happened so fast that Sakaki felt like blinking was a mistake, because all of a sudden, there was a horrible caterwauling, and then there was a flurry of claws and teeth and fluff and fabric, and the next minute, all that was left of Neco Coneco was a tattered pile of stuffing and felt, and the cats went tearing off to somewhere else in the shelter, their message being delivered and heard, loud and clear.
One day, Sakaki might have to perform a surgery like this on an actual animal, but for today? She was deftly in the operating room (figuratively speaking, she was just sitting on the counter) trying to piece the poor thing together, although anyone who saw it before the mauling would probably suggest she just put it out of its misery already.
Furnado is open!