Furnado Animal Shelter, Monday
Scott's first clue that something unusual was going on was when he unlocked the front door to the shelter only to be pelted in the face with a bunch of cat treats.
"Wha-!" he flailed, batting them away. By the time he made sure all of the animals in the shelter had their breakfast, he'd had two more handfuls of the stuff dumped on his head. Try as he might, he couldn't figure out where in the hell they came from.
He decided he might as well let the cats enjoy the sudden treat-deluge, and so planned to let them each out for a bit. First up was an orange tabby, who was entertaining himself by alternately gnawing on treats or trying to catch the dot from the laser pointer Scott had rummaged up from a drawer somewhere.
[ooc: no ocd because i'm a lazy fucker.]
"Wha-!" he flailed, batting them away. By the time he made sure all of the animals in the shelter had their breakfast, he'd had two more handfuls of the stuff dumped on his head. Try as he might, he couldn't figure out where in the hell they came from.
He decided he might as well let the cats enjoy the sudden treat-deluge, and so planned to let them each out for a bit. First up was an orange tabby, who was entertaining himself by alternately gnawing on treats or trying to catch the dot from the laser pointer Scott had rummaged up from a drawer somewhere.
[ooc: no ocd because i'm a lazy fucker.]