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Oct 1, 2012 18:25:56 GMT -5
Post by Gadget on Oct 1, 2012 18:25:56 GMT -5
<<This is a continuation of the Cat Got Your Tongue plotline>>
These days weren't very happy ones for Gadget. Whatever she did, she couldn't stop thinking about Basil, cursed to live in a cat's body in complete exile from the rest of the world. She cried about it at least once a day, as anybody who looked close enough couldn't help but notice.
But that didn't stop her from carrying out her friend's last wishes. It was the least she could do, the only thing she could do for him.
Gadget had gone to his hotel and taken away all Basil's stuff, even the broken violin, storing it carefully in boxes at her tree house.
Finding a new owner for Toby was a lot tougher. She didn't really know anybody who seemed right for the job. Although the triplets would probably like a nice dog, Gadget judged them too young for that kind of responsiblity.
So she approached total strangers, but people on vacation weren't really interested in comiing home with a pet.
When she finally found a nice couple who agreed to take Toby, the hound, happy enough to follow them around for a while, eventually left them, and no calling or coaxing would bring him back. Nope, Gadget found him in the same spot again, sitting and staring at that one specific door, waiting for someone to come out. Someone who never would.
So, Gadget continued to feed and water him, and Toby was always glad to see her. He'd play for a while, chasing the sticks she threw, but he always went back to that spot and waited.
Gadget sighed and tossed the stick away. Toby seemed to be tired of playing for today. Taking care of an animal that was 18 times bigger than you was a lot of work.
These days weren't very happy ones for Gadget. Whatever she did, she couldn't stop thinking about Basil, cursed to live in a cat's body in complete exile from the rest of the world. She cried about it at least once a day, as anybody who looked close enough couldn't help but notice.
But that didn't stop her from carrying out her friend's last wishes. It was the least she could do, the only thing she could do for him.
Gadget had gone to his hotel and taken away all Basil's stuff, even the broken violin, storing it carefully in boxes at her tree house.
Finding a new owner for Toby was a lot tougher. She didn't really know anybody who seemed right for the job. Although the triplets would probably like a nice dog, Gadget judged them too young for that kind of responsiblity.
So she approached total strangers, but people on vacation weren't really interested in comiing home with a pet.
When she finally found a nice couple who agreed to take Toby, the hound, happy enough to follow them around for a while, eventually left them, and no calling or coaxing would bring him back. Nope, Gadget found him in the same spot again, sitting and staring at that one specific door, waiting for someone to come out. Someone who never would.
So, Gadget continued to feed and water him, and Toby was always glad to see her. He'd play for a while, chasing the sticks she threw, but he always went back to that spot and waited.
Gadget sighed and tossed the stick away. Toby seemed to be tired of playing for today. Taking care of an animal that was 18 times bigger than you was a lot of work.