A/N: Let's go for a little contrast here!
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Words as Feelings
February 23rd, Beastie
1. (Chiefly Literary) A small animal, especially one toward which affection is felt.
2. (Facetious) An insect; bug.
3. (Canadian Slang, chiefly Alberta) Construction worker.
Wash knew what a pet was, and Freckles wasn't it.
No matter what Caboose said, Freckles was dangerous. He could kill all of them with little effort, and would feel no guilt over it. One false move from Caboose, and they would all be bloody smears on the canyon walls. But convincing Caboose to get rid of the Mantis was easier said than done, especially since Freckles always had his guns pointed at whoever Caboose was talking to.
Not like Ari and Skyler at all.
He could almost feel their soft fur just by thinking about them. Cats really were the best pets in his opinion. They had personalities all their own, they were less needy and smarter than dogs, and they didn't feel the need to smother you when you didn't feel like getting attention. As long as you took care of their few needs, they were satisfied with you as a person.
He still remembered the first time he'd gotten hit by a car (yeah, his bad luck with cars was long before he enlisted). He'd been recuperating at home with a broken leg and a few cracked ribs, and had been completely miserable since he couldn't do anything on his own. Ari had snuggled up next to him on the couch, carefully avoiding the areas that were still sore, and Skyler had climbed up onto the armrest and started grooming his hair. He'd had the worst case of bed head ever (of all time), but it had been relaxing; just the thing his stressed out mind had needed.
He sighed; thinking about them was making him homesick. Maybe when everything quieted down again and their lives weren't in danger, he'd get a cat. Of course, Tucker would probably start teasing him about being a crazy cat lady again… Eh, screw it.
