It had all started out as a normal, or at least what could be considered normal, day for Jack. The way Summer was finally coming to an end made him especially in high spirits. He thought maybe this time he could convince the other guardians to let him bring an early snow sometime in the Fall. All the seasons of the year had to be kept strictly on schedule and there were usually no exceptions. It hadn't been a hard year for anyone, seeing how nearly all the holidays had passed, leaving a Halloween and Christmas, some of his favorites. It would be great! Falling leaves with amazing colors, pumpkin flavored everything and even people giving out free candy. It was a pretty awesome day, especially when people are actually trying to scare you, even the ones who usually shrieked at spiders. Well, to be fair, the last time he caught a spider crawling on him, he froze two of the poor thing's legs. It was fine though. But nonetheless, today was a normal day full of goofing off, annoying other guardians and generally trying to pass the time until Fall, snow and time when he could play again.
He walked slowly on a rooftop, admiring a cat that had found it's way up into a tree. He knew the feline was panicking, but chuckled at how it tried to remain in control of the situation, barely even looking down at the freckled boy below who was calling for his mom to help get the pet down. The mother came outside in a flash, thinking it was something like the neighbor's dog in their yard again, but when she saw the cat, she huffed and went back inside for a ladder. Jack remained in place, though getting distracted once or twice by a leaf flying by. The kid below him decided to sit in a particularly neglected patch of long grass, surely filled with ticks, and waited for his mom to come back. It took only a moment or two, but the woman came back carrying a heavy-looking ladder, her fragile figure revealing to be nothing like her strength. With a grunt, she set it up and made her way up. The cat stared, a calm face covering any fear. When the woman's calloused hand reached to grab the cat, it jumped away, seemingly knowing letting go of the tree would mean it's doom. The woman huffed again and angrily tried to reach again, but each time the cat ran closer to the top. The woman finally gave up, telling her son the cat would be fine and would either come down on it's own or the dad would take care of it when he came home. She seemed to be in the middle of making dinner at the moment, judging from the smell of cooking foods in the oven. With a final pat to the boy's head, she went back inside. The boy didn't seem very worried. Apparently this had happened before. He just looked back up at the tree, then started looking for a cool looking bug. Jack still sat, not having much else to do. He could of course always go to pester a guardian, preferably one hard at work, but ended up deciding they finally needed a break. Jumping up from his place, he went over to the tree where the cat still sat, it's tail lashing. It was probably getting fed up with listening to it's impulses to run after birds in the tree that would only fly off. Jack stepped onto the tree, carefully setting his hands over the fat cat's grey fur and picked it up. Immediately it lashed out it's claws and yowled, but he was down on the ground before anyone could notice he had moved. It's fur was ruffled, but it quickly groomed itself and ran inside, expecting a whole minutes worth at least of attention from the mother before reclining in a fading patch of sunlight. Jack laughed at the sight. The boy saw only the cat running in and smiled, by the look of his face thinking the cat had finally learned to climb down itself. Jack hopped over the fence and lazily walked across the rode through a stretch of shadows from trees nearby. Yes, it was a normal day. That is, until he was struck with a sudden case of hiccups.