A CAT IN WATER
It was not often that it rained on Gunsmoke, because there was not much purpose for rain on a planet that was out to annihilate humanity one way or another.
Still, it rained; and when it rained, it poured. Check that, it flooded.
Up on someone's balcony ledge, Vash the Stampede and Nicholas D. Wolfwood hung side by side, watching the rushing waters below them. Both looked rather alright, so they probably hadn't been there long.
"...I'm hungry."
"Tongari, you have the most wondrous timings that no man can ever want to buy."
"Thanks, I make my attempts."
Suddenly, there was a brisk "nyan" as a black cat was swept by in the waters.
Vash and Wolfwood stared after it.
"Wolfwood, that's a cat!"
"I know it's a cat."
"Well, don't just hang there; go and save it!"
"WHAT! NO!"
"Oh sure, you can save a kid, but you can't save a cat? What kind of churchman are you, anyway!"
"One who cares shit for 'Thou Shalt Not Kill', carries a cross too full of mercy, and is now hanging from a balcony without somehow crashing down from the overall weight."
"...what?"
"Forget it. It's a cat; I refuse to save it."
"But WHY!"
"Because the cat is a stage prop that is decreed to emerge by itself unscathed, while its 'rescuer' gets himself abnormally wet and hurt, with his only condolence being his one true love jumping in with him."
"Fine, I'll save it."
SPLASH!
"!" Wolfwood dropped his jaw as Vash hit the water and started coasting off with all the grace of a panicking cockroach.
"Damn it, TONGARI!"
Releasing the ledge himself, he dove in after the Stampede and was swept down as well. He soon collided with the blonde man in the red coat before he slowed down a little. Vash blinked.
"...Wolfwood?"
"What?"
"Are you my one true love?"
Wolfwood dropped his cigarette and smacked Vash hard on the side of his head.
Ahead of them, the black cat 'nyan'ed again, the look on its face never changing.
END
P.S. I lie. It never rains in Gunsmoke. For fiction purposes, pardon me this one time (and don't quote me).