Meanwhile, Stealth prowled around Chel's bed. She was still sleeping. 'No sign of Fly or Drift,…' The cat slunk to the slightly ajar door and pushed her way through it. 'About time I set that rodent straight on who owns Chel.' Stealth couldn't help but growl.
She had seen Fly and Drift go through the door before Lexx, but thought Lexx would bring them back. If Lexx wasn't going to do it, she would and while she was at it, teach the squirrel a lesson.
In the kitchen, Fly followed his nose to the kitchen counter. Drift had a harder time getting on top of the counter. He jumped, clawed for the edge and promptly fell back on the floor. The second time he grabbed onto Fly's tail and was helped up.
From the darkness in the hall, Stealth observed.
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Refugnic
Haha, who owns Chel, huh? Well, as they say: ‘Dogs have owners, cats have personnel.’ 😀