Fic : Reluctant Ownership (Homeward Bound)
So, I wrote Homeward Bound fic. I'm not really sure how this happened either, but the prompt at comment_fic was just too gosh darn cute to pass up.
A/N: The actual sequel to the original Homeward Bound movie doesn’t exist as far as this story is concerned because a) I haven’t seen it in a million years and b) I can’t remember the plot at all. Also, writing from a cat’s perspective is harder than I thought it would be - but, then again, I am admittedly a definite dog person by nature due to my strong allergies to felines. ;)
There are a lot of italics because Sassy is fierce and dramatic.
It’s not exactly doing wonders for her deservedly flawless, pedigreed reputation with the other likewise refined felines in their new neighborhood, but ‘her’ boys are definitely a habit from the road she’ll never be able to completely socially break ties with - not after the hundreds of uncivilized miles, the dirt, the river, that awful place with the cages, or the terrible strangeness of living outside with just each other for company and protection for so long. (She’d happily cash in a few of her remaining live to never live Shadow’s rugged ‘off the land’ route again.)
That half-witted pup is still eating the buttons off anything that ‘plays dead’ long enough for him to get his slobbery jaws on it - and slowly but surely gnawing the unprotected legs off the sofa when not snatching up any people food that isn’t locked up with the table manners of, well, a dog - but she won’t entertain any slander against him from the other high class ladies like herself of the neighborhood despite these obviously disgusting character flaws.
His Jamie doesn’t seem to mind Chance's behavior much, but since the boy still spends more time covered in dirt and playing with bugs than either Hope or Sassy are impressed by… Well, the age old saying does cover owners being far too much like their canine companions, so there’s no accounting for taste on either account there.
As time has marched on Shadow waxes even more prophetically prosaic about the balance of nature between animals and their humans to anyone who will listen - or at least pretend to after being trapped with no way out of the conversation - when Peter’s at school or off with his two-legged friends, but these days he’s just as happy to do it from the comfortable shade of the porch than the open road. The old boy’s not getting any younger, but there are certain things about Peter’s faithful shadow she’s sure will never change.
She’ll miss his steadfast presence when he leaves them for the final time, and is no longer around to corral the mutt - after a fashion. As much as lady like herself can miss a dog, anyways.
In short - they’ll smelly and they’re quirky, but no one gets to take her boys to task but her.
…And if she never has to do it from any place other than tucked away in the air conditioning of Hope’s room on a fluffy cushion again, that’s perfectly fine with her.
A/N: The actual sequel to the original Homeward Bound movie doesn’t exist as far as this story is concerned because a) I haven’t seen it in a million years and b) I can’t remember the plot at all. Also, writing from a cat’s perspective is harder than I thought it would be - but, then again, I am admittedly a definite dog person by nature due to my strong allergies to felines. ;)
There are a lot of italics because Sassy is fierce and dramatic.
It’s not exactly doing wonders for her deservedly flawless, pedigreed reputation with the other likewise refined felines in their new neighborhood, but ‘her’ boys are definitely a habit from the road she’ll never be able to completely socially break ties with - not after the hundreds of uncivilized miles, the dirt, the river, that awful place with the cages, or the terrible strangeness of living outside with just each other for company and protection for so long. (She’d happily cash in a few of her remaining live to never live Shadow’s rugged ‘off the land’ route again.)
That half-witted pup is still eating the buttons off anything that ‘plays dead’ long enough for him to get his slobbery jaws on it - and slowly but surely gnawing the unprotected legs off the sofa when not snatching up any people food that isn’t locked up with the table manners of, well, a dog - but she won’t entertain any slander against him from the other high class ladies like herself of the neighborhood despite these obviously disgusting character flaws.
His Jamie doesn’t seem to mind Chance's behavior much, but since the boy still spends more time covered in dirt and playing with bugs than either Hope or Sassy are impressed by… Well, the age old saying does cover owners being far too much like their canine companions, so there’s no accounting for taste on either account there.
As time has marched on Shadow waxes even more prophetically prosaic about the balance of nature between animals and their humans to anyone who will listen - or at least pretend to after being trapped with no way out of the conversation - when Peter’s at school or off with his two-legged friends, but these days he’s just as happy to do it from the comfortable shade of the porch than the open road. The old boy’s not getting any younger, but there are certain things about Peter’s faithful shadow she’s sure will never change.
She’ll miss his steadfast presence when he leaves them for the final time, and is no longer around to corral the mutt - after a fashion. As much as lady like herself can miss a dog, anyways.
In short - they’ll smelly and they’re quirky, but no one gets to take her boys to task but her.
…And if she never has to do it from any place other than tucked away in the air conditioning of Hope’s room on a fluffy cushion again, that’s perfectly fine with her.