Brigit
Blast and Brigit had begun their evening together lying on the futon and chewing their respective treats. Brigit made short work of her first treat and, when Blast wasn’t looking, stole his remaining snack. He sniffed around for it a few minutes later, but put up no fight when he realized Brigit had taken it.
Ah, beta males. Gotta love ’em.
When Frankie had gotten up to get ready for work, she’d turned the television to Animal Planet. The sounds coming from the television included birdcalls, a lion’s roar, and the chimp-chimp-chimp of a group of chimpanzees. Much more interesting than the usual blah-blah-blah of the news shows or the dings and bells and buzzers of the nerdy game shows that Megan liked to watch. Jeopardy! Wheel of Fortune. Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? Brigit didn’t give a cat’s ass about being a millionaire. All she needed was a soft bed to sleep on, decent food, and a yard to dig in, though she did admit that having another dog around could be fun. Too bad Blast couldn’t stay here all the time.
Oh, well. At least Brigit had Zoe, who, despite being a cat, had begun to grow on her. She also had her stuffed mallard, which Megan had taken to calling Duckie. Duckie was no Blast, but he gave Brigit something to do while they were out on patrol.
Speaking of Duckie, where was he?
Brigit got up and went in search of her stuffed pal. Aha. There he was, on the floor in the kitchen next to her food bowl where she’d dropped him earlier. Come on, Duckie. You’re missing all the fun!