Furnado Animal Shelter, Wednesday
It was Anders' first day at the animal shelter. And after he'd mucked the cats' litterboxes, refilled the dogs' water bowls, fed Mr. Winkles, gotten bitten by Mr Winkles, healed the bitten finger, and restocked the toy shelves, it felt like it had been a very full day indeed.
And then he looked at the clock and realized it wasn't even time for lunch.
He took over behind the counter, dragging a fishing toy across the floor so Bonecrusher could pounce on it instead of trying to wrestle his siblings. "You're wearing me out," he told the kitten.
Bonecrusher didn't seem to care.
[OOC: Open shop, open post.]
And then he looked at the clock and realized it wasn't even time for lunch.
He took over behind the counter, dragging a fishing toy across the floor so Bonecrusher could pounce on it instead of trying to wrestle his siblings. "You're wearing me out," he told the kitten.
Bonecrusher didn't seem to care.
[OOC: Open shop, open post.]