Hi, guys. Sorry to interrupt, but I'm afraid to say that I will be quite busy for awhile, helping a old family friend out. So, without further ado, I hope this chapter keeps you well until I get back.
On the fifth, sixth floors, there was nothing, until we reached the seventh floor. We rescued twin sister snow-white Pomeranians; Blossom who bears light brown eyes while Violet who bears onyx black eyes in one den, and a shy male cinnamon brown Chihuahua named Evan in another den. We finally reached the last floor, the eighth, and to our surprise, we found a strange couple. It was a Jack Russell male with amber brown eyes, but that's not it. His friend who's with him, is a cat. A cat who shockingly speaks both canine and feline! A tuxedo tom with shining green eyes. The Jack Russell is called A.J., saying that's short for Aiden Junior, and as for the tom, he is called Nicky.
When we finished checking the building and chatting, we quite made a very unique group or 'pack'. I led them steadily outside, and with comments of being hungry and thirsty, I knew I had to find one of these pet stores or at least a animal shelter, concurring that they must have food and water there. With Baylee assisting me on smells, we found a faint scent, barely one, but we managed to track it to a pet store. Luckily the sliding doors froze long ago, figuring that the power must have shortened out in the earthquakes. We made it in, heading to the food aisles, and then we found fortune, snagging open bags and etc, and having dinner. A bit dusty yet tasty and crunchy. I like it.
I noticed a door and glass place which many of the dogs and even Nicky recognized as the pet spa, and saying that we can get water there. It was Baylee's turn to ram open the door, and the other dogs said that we can turn the knob on the low-down tub. So I nosed the knob open, and voila, water for all! We happily lapped up a worth of water in a long time that I or the others have ever remembered. We were a bit tired yet we're still curious to explore.
Wandering around, I saw the cat area, filling with some cats, and asked Nicky if he could help translate and talk to them. He agreed, coming on my back as I budged the door open. With a bit of misunderstanding at first, Nicky managed to tell me that the cats wanted out. I nodded, saying that I will do the bottom if he does the top. So we did the plan, and got the cats out easily. The top ones was only three; two tabby brothers, and a siamese she-cat while the bottom was four, a ten-week old black kitten; reunited golden Persian mates; and a short-tailed brown tom.
We all got introduced once more, and settled near the pet spa, feeling a faint breeze through the frozen sliding doors, and went to sleep in a huddle. We made a routine for the next five days, eating, chatting, sleeping, and rescuing any other dogs/cats nearby, with much of no luck, and only a miracle, er, miracles. We found a very pregnant St. Bernard who was wandering the streets after her longpaw den collapsed. Her name was Brittany, and we brought her home, and within a fortnight, she gave birth to a healthy litter of five puppies. I chatted with the pack, deciding what to do.
I sat, sighed, "I know that we can protect this place, but how can we if we are to leave each day to search for other survivors?".
Baylee woofed gently, "Patchfire, I don't mind living here, but this can't last forever. I mean, who know how much meals we got left in these bags and the water. What would happen if it runs out?".
"Baylee's got a point there." yipped Evan. "With the addition of Brittany and her puppies, I like them, yes, but we can't carry them over a distance if we want to find a better place. The puppies are barely a day old.".
Cooper yipped, "But I am a puppy and I am managing just fine!".
I woofed gently, "Cooper, what Evan means is that Brittany's puppies are too young to be living out there in the world, and you are much older, capable to adapt outside if it must be so.". Cooper looked at me, and nodded understandingly.
Blossom yipped, "We can ration the food and water for 8 weeks as the puppies grow, then we can go beyond the nearby places to find a similar place to this or better.".
"Yes, that sounds like the perfect idea, Blossom!". yelped Violet excitedly. I frowned, pawed my neck as I thought of the idea.
Nicky then meowed, "If it makes you better, we can do shifts throughout the day, having a group here while the other group goes out for survivors and other places like this, is that suitable, Patchfire?".
A.J. woofed, "Oh, that would work!". I nodded, agreeing. "All right, we have a plan. We go on shifts each day while we control the rations of the food and water. Agreed?". Everybody woofed, yipped, or meowed, as they agreed. We then headed to bed in our huddle, near Brittany & her pups, and the small clan of the shop cats. This is going to be all right if we maintain things around here.
