Mike
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Post by Mike on Feb 24, 2007 21:26:07 GMT
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“Come on you two. Stop playing around and come eat.” Michael Carrigan looked to his two kittens, Galileo and Aristotle, who were playing with each other rather than attending to their morning meals. “Okay, guys. Whatever.” He stepped around the tumbling kittens and went to his bedroom to pick up his black suit jacket, brushing cat fur off his green paisley dress shirt.
Since he had actually spent the night alone last night- a pretty rare occurrence for him- Mike had gotten up a bit earlier than normal and even had plenty of time to spare before having to head off to work. He would, as usual, be giving his best friend/work partner Tony Fox a ride to work, but until he got the usual call, Mike was going to work his way through another cup of coffee, so he shrugged into his jacket and headed back to the kitchen.
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Mike
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Post by Mike on Feb 25, 2007 16:54:47 GMT
Mike was working his way through another strong cup of coffee and watching his kittens- who had finally decided to stop trying to bite each others’ heads off and eat- when the phone rang. Glancing to the clock, he knew exactly who it would be on the other end of the line and pushed himself away from the counter where he had been leaning, heading for the living room and the ringing phone.
Picking it up, he checked the caller ID just to be sure that he was right about who was calling and answered. “Let me guess, you and Fluffy are in the middle of one of your infamous staring contests and you want me to come over and see who blinks first.”
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Mike
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Post by Mike on Feb 25, 2007 18:26:01 GMT
“You can call them Psycho Ball of Fluff One and Psycho Ball of Fluff Two for all I care.” The kittens really could be psycho balls of fluff when they got it in their heads to bed, so the nicknames wouldn’t be that far off base. He wasn’t exactly sure why he liked to call Eddie by the name of Fluffy except for the fact that it was fun. And that an iguana being named Fluffy was amusing.
Mike looked down at the green paisley patterned shirt he was wearing. Tony was scary sometimes… “My paisley shirt isn’t a monstrosity.” It actually was, but he wasn’t about to actually say that out loud. Besides, he liked the shirt for some weird reason. “It’s… unique.” A unique monstrosity. “I still can’t figure out where the entertainment is in having a staring contest with an iguana, but whatever. You two are going to finish up before I have to break every speed limit between here and the station to get us there on time, right?” He had never actually done that, of course. Actually, once he thought about it, there had been that one time…
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Mike
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Sorting out the truth is a science in and of itself.
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Post by Mike on Feb 25, 2007 21:02:47 GMT
Mike gave a smirk at the comment about the names not being very original. It was true. His suggestions hadn’t been very original, but at least Galileo and Aristotle were a little more thought out. He had absolutely no idea as to why he had settled on those names when he had adopted the kittens, but they had seemed right so he had gone with them. “Fluffs may not be original for cat, but it’s definitely pretty different for an eyeball licking iguana.”
He gave a stretch, feeling his back crack all the way down and felt better for it. That was definitely more like it. “And again, the iguana will triumph. Do you want me to just wait down at the car for you so my favorite shirt and I don’t distract you?” If Tony was to ever actually hide the paisley shirt, Mike would be extremely put out. He didn’t know what he would do for revenge, but he knew that whatever it was, Tony wouldn’t like it.
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Mike
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Post by Mike on Feb 25, 2007 23:54:41 GMT
“Yeah. That’s it. Fluffy and I got together and had a little chat. We never want you to win a staring contest, so we were using mind control to make you call me just to make sure that I’d distract you from the contest and that you’d lose. We’re just evil masterminds that way.” Mike was all for joking and having a good time, so when he was given an opening, he took it and ran with it.
“Bite me.” That was how he had taken to answering the question these days. He was very well aware of the fact that Tony knew that the question bugged him. They always met in the garage.
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Mike
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Sorting out the truth is a science in and of itself.
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Post by Mike on Feb 26, 2007 20:36:26 GMT
“Jerk,” Mike muttered with a laugh as he hung up the phone. He had called Tony that to his face before, but the fact that he always seemed to laugh when he did revealed that he never seriously meant it. Unhooking his cell phone from its charger, Mike slipped it into its case, which he clipped to his belt before picking up his keys. Everything else he would need while at work he already had with him.
“You two be good,” Mike called to his two kittens, heading for the door. “I don’t want to come home and find anything torn to pieces.” With his usual goodbye to the kittens said, Mike closed and locked the door, starting off to meet Tony and head for work.
Continued at: Parking Garage
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