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The Corries vs. Tooka Cats
“Where are my karking socks? They were just there!”
“Did someone drink my milk? How done it?!?”
“Where’s the bacon? It was just on my plate! I am sooo hungry!”
“Caf? Did someone take my caf?!?”
A typical morning in the Corrie Guard household.
The routines slightly haywire ever since the first of their plethora of pets having arrived to live with them. (It was supposed to be temporary for the first few!)
Then another and another with several more after that having arrived… it was Tookas, Hounds, parrots, mice… a snake even! You name it, they had at least one of each species!
It was all starting to get out of control, sort of.
The Tookas especially having strongly taken over the household. Dictating terms and eating things and hiding other stuff and being the bosses they totally were. Owning the whole place.
Stone got into the kitchen with Grizzer by his side and a Tooka Cat, Newt on his shoulder.
Newt’s most favourite place to be, unless it was sleeping on top of Grizzer.
“What’s the ruckus in here?”
“What’s the ruckus, he asks!?”
“Yeah, just did. “
“Your pets are ruining our breakfast.”
“And our clothing!”
“And drinking my Caf!”
“Yeah, and my bacon!”
“My milk!”
“My pets?”
“Yes, yours, Stone!” Fox piped with the rest of them. “You brought in the first wayward one in here and so the fault lies within you.”
“Harsh!”
“Indeed!”
“Yeah, as the rest of you have brought several too!” Stone was on the defence.
“It’s your fault, Stone!”
“Yeah, you got the rest of us addicted, to animals no less!”
“Yeah, now caf on the other hand…”
“Or cigarettes…”
“Oh come on guys!”
Guess it was a bluff, but it wasn’t all that, as they were all to blame for making their home a zoo.
One of them petting a purring tooka on his lap, while the rest of them were each having a tooka by their side, anther hound and a rabbit close by, some slipping treats under the table…
Stone wasn’t too upset though. Sitting down and taking a piece of bread for himself, having already fed his two precious pets.
“As I recall we all agreed a few pets would be good for us. For the nerves and whatnot. Counter to our hard work.” Stone reminded them then.
“A few, yes, but we’re running a zoo in here!” Thire argued, despite cooing to his pet tooka, not very convincing though.
“Yeah! There’s cat hair all over the place. Even in my omelette!” Thorn complained showing the piece on his fork with a long white hair.
They shook their heads, and Thire wasn’t wrong either.
“Look, we can all agree, it’s a tad… much at the moment. Some of these animals need a good home.” Stone agreed. “But they’re all good for us, I mean… look at their furry faces.”
Newt making his best baby took impression, staring at Thire and Thorn all lovey-dovey and whatnot.
There were a few murmurs from the others, mostly agreeing to Stone’s argument.
“Well?”
“You are right Stone, the animals are food for us.” Fox said then being the voice of, reason? “But too much of anything isn’t great in the long run.”
Stone glanced around the Tookas and other animals literally having taken over the space.
Sighing heavily and nodding then.
“Okay. I hear you all. We’ll try to find homes for most of them… But…“
“Yes?”
“I am totally keeping Newt!”
“Agreed.”
The breakfast then continued as usual, the Tookas getting their fair share of treats under the table from all of the Corrie Troopers.
Guess, it was going to be a difficult mission to part with them all, after all?