Sad new kittens- Earlier today someone in my family was shot execution style in the back of the head and killed, and this person is married to one of my younger cousins whom has three small children and a possible fourth on the way. The police have a suspect- but nothing more.
Now for many of you who live all over the country who have known people killed in such a way. Or for those of you who have witnessed such terrible tragidies- my heart goes out to you.
Ben was a nice guy, hard working, as friendly as a puppy... He was always happy to see someone. He will be badly missed by his wife, children and the rest of the family.
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Throttle pushed his empty plate away and leaned back in his seat and patted his stomach as Modo nursed his third cup of coffee and stared at him. "So what are you going to do about the woman?" Modo asked curiously, trying his best to keep his tone nonchalant. To be honest he didn't care much what Throttle did with the woman as long as she treated his bro well and his bro treated her the same.
As far as he was concerned it was bout time Throttle found himself another gal.
Throttle cringed a little and picked up his coffee cup and downed what was left of the bitter liquid and tried to think. But wound up choking a bit on the scalding drink before rasping out, "I dunno."
"Well you better think of something. That woman won't sleep forever." Modo said as he took a sip of his coffee, somewhat amused by his bro's endevor to steer clear of answering him.
"I know that." Throttle said as his tail twitched a little.
Modo took another sip as he eyed him then grinned and said, "And let's not forget the hormone factory, Vinny. You don't want to expose an innocent young lady to him, do you?" Throttle's ears flattened against his head as he narrowed his eyes at Modo.
The older male was just a fraction away from having him jump the table and strangle him for making fun of him. This wasn't a fun situation. Maybe it would have been if the woman had more of an actual connection to him, but she didn't. Right now all he felt towards her was responsibility.
The killer of many fun things.
His love life included.
He sighed and let his head drop and banged his head on the table for a moment before muttering, "If Vinny so much as looks at her cross eyed- I'll kill him."
"Will you now?" Modo asked in a peculiar tone as Throttle lifted his head to glare at him. The elder was looking at him with a strange expression that he'd never seen on his face before as he propped himself up on his elbow. His coffee cup resting on the table in front of him when all of a sudden he looked around and frowned as he asked,
"Hey, where is Vinny?"
Throttle's head shot up, his fur bristling as he scanned the area where they had been eating before he let out a low feral sounding growl just before he and Modo heard an ear splitting scream. A female's scream.
Oh goddamn him! Throttle thought as he and Modo both jumped up and went tearing out of the room, their heavily booted feet hitting the concrete floor stretched out between their lair and the baseball stadium.
It was just like that white furred little punk to slip away from them and try something stupid. So to say that Throttle and Modo weren't surprised to find Vinny being held face down on the floor, in a sleeper hold, by the woman- whom was now awake and very, very upset from the looks of it- would be an understatement.
Modo sighed as Vinny tried to drag himself and the woman across the floor to them as Throttle face palmed and growled, "That's it! Next we have anyone female over- he goes in the broom closet!"
"The broom closet won't hold him."
"It will if we lock the damn thing!"
"We need to pull her off of him." Modo commented as he tilted his head to the side as Vinny made a few weak choking sounds before Throttle snarled,
"Let her kill him."
