Momoko's Apartment, El Paso Texas, Thursday evening
Momoko was done with her homework and was scanning the El Paso Community College's website looking for a job. There'd been a letter from the financial aid office in her mailbox when she'd returned from Glacia. It said she had to report her employment status by the end of the month, so...
"Ah ah. Who knew finding a job would be so hard! It was so easy back in Fandom!" And it wasn't like she was looking for anything complicated or that payed lots of money. Just enough to cover the rent, her few bills, and some groceries! Although now she had more than just groceries for herself to buy, since she'd brought home the pets. She glanced over at the aquarium, smiling when she saw that one of the crabs was finally out of the sand. They were getting used to the new tank! Yay! Now if only Moshi would settle down. He'd taken to meowing sharply as he wandered the apartment, investigating. Like he was giving warning that he was here and in charge. Weird.
Come to think of it, there was an awful lot of quiet in the apartment this evening; had she heard him recently? Momoko looked up and around for her cat. His food bowl was in the kitchen, so she got up and walked around the bookshelf she used to separate the rest of the apartment from the cooking area. "Moshi?"
Not there. Hmm. Had he climbed into her wardrobe, perhaps? Nope. Under the desk? No. Bathroom? No. Utility closet? Though she kept that door closed, so surely... Whew! Not there.
Momoko frowned, starting to get concerned. It was only a small studio apartment so there were only a few places he could hide. And and she hadn't been out at all today, so he had to be inside, right? Right. She rolled up her sleeves, told herself to stop worrying, and began looking. This time she opened every drawer and cabinet, checked under each piece of furniture, looked in every box and shook each piece of clothing... By the time she was done, the place looked like it had been hit by a typhoon. She'd found ten dollars and forty three cents, a yellow tube sock (?!?), an overdue library book, an old photo of Lion-O and Mr Snarf arguing, and a book of stamps, but she hadn't found Moshi.
She collapsed onto one of the beanbags and took some deep breaths. She was beginning to panic. Where was he? Had he somehow gotten out? Maybe he was sick somewhere. Or stuck? Had some Fandom weirdness gotten to him? Augh!
Maybe she could call Jaime and see if Khaji Da could track him for her! She reached for her phone and had just unlocked the screen when a fluffy warm weight landed on her lap and then jumped off again- Moshi, using her as a launchpad to get to his cat tree.
"Ahhh. Moshi! Thank goodness!!!" Wait... "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!"
"Ah ah. Who knew finding a job would be so hard! It was so easy back in Fandom!" And it wasn't like she was looking for anything complicated or that payed lots of money. Just enough to cover the rent, her few bills, and some groceries! Although now she had more than just groceries for herself to buy, since she'd brought home the pets. She glanced over at the aquarium, smiling when she saw that one of the crabs was finally out of the sand. They were getting used to the new tank! Yay! Now if only Moshi would settle down. He'd taken to meowing sharply as he wandered the apartment, investigating. Like he was giving warning that he was here and in charge. Weird.
Come to think of it, there was an awful lot of quiet in the apartment this evening; had she heard him recently? Momoko looked up and around for her cat. His food bowl was in the kitchen, so she got up and walked around the bookshelf she used to separate the rest of the apartment from the cooking area. "Moshi?"
Not there. Hmm. Had he climbed into her wardrobe, perhaps? Nope. Under the desk? No. Bathroom? No. Utility closet? Though she kept that door closed, so surely... Whew! Not there.
Momoko frowned, starting to get concerned. It was only a small studio apartment so there were only a few places he could hide. And and she hadn't been out at all today, so he had to be inside, right? Right. She rolled up her sleeves, told herself to stop worrying, and began looking. This time she opened every drawer and cabinet, checked under each piece of furniture, looked in every box and shook each piece of clothing... By the time she was done, the place looked like it had been hit by a typhoon. She'd found ten dollars and forty three cents, a yellow tube sock (?!?), an overdue library book, an old photo of Lion-O and Mr Snarf arguing, and a book of stamps, but she hadn't found Moshi.
She collapsed onto one of the beanbags and took some deep breaths. She was beginning to panic. Where was he? Had he somehow gotten out? Maybe he was sick somewhere. Or stuck? Had some Fandom weirdness gotten to him? Augh!
Maybe she could call Jaime and see if Khaji Da could track him for her! She reached for her phone and had just unlocked the screen when a fluffy warm weight landed on her lap and then jumped off again- Moshi, using her as a launchpad to get to his cat tree.
"Ahhh. Moshi! Thank goodness!!!" Wait... "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!"