Lil'st Pet Shop of Horrors (Dudel & MiaKage)
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				Title: <strong>Lil'st Pet Shop of Horrors (Dudel &amp; MiaKage)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 04:35:53</strong>
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				Jersey, mid-summer, it's warm and the neighborhood pet store (the one that sits between to the fish monger and the book store) has been doing very poorly recently. The shop doesn't stand out. The location is terrible, and the animals don't seem to catch the attention of many who pass by. It's a shop owned by a man who inherited it from his family, and the family has owned that spot of land for years. Unfortunately, the son of the grandson of the great aunt isn't the best when it comes to business and has been slowly loosing that business. As said, shop doesn't stand out, the location is terrible, and people just don't seem to look in the pet-store window anymore.<br><br>Jeffrey D. Guggenheim. That’s the owner. He is a fairly well educated semi-collage graduate (drop out being the far more accurate term) kind of guy with a very messy haircut, a very aloof attitude about most things and a fairly well body that is kept hidden behind a work uniform. While pets may be Jeff’s job, his family’s life, what Jeff has always been interested in, what was the young man’s passion before being pulled from school to run a business into the ground, was the stars.<br><br>Astrophysics.<br><br>Rocket Science.<br><br>Even Astrology.<br><br>It was just, fascinating... especially the concept of alien life. Life on another planet, or life visiting earth. Such a wonder that would be! But now, at the age of twenty five (almost twenty six), that door was closed. There would be no science, there would be no space, there would be no aliens.<br><br>The afternoons where always the hottest and the smell of fish from next door could be a fair big disgusting, but the fish monger knew Jeff, knew the family that ran “Guggenheim Pets” since long before Jeff was born and, thus, tons and tons of free fish. (That fish monger was a mean old codger, too. A real surprise the guy with all his harsh words managed to keep a customer.) Eventually night came and it was time to close up shop, make sure all the animals were safe and then head upstairs to that empty apartment once intended to hold a family of four.<br><br>Yet there appeared to be something strange outside....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lil'st Pet Shop of Horrors (Dudel &amp; MiaKage)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiaKage</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 03:00:13</strong>
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				Wandering through the streets of Jersey, filthy, hungry, terrified, a small cat makes it's way downtown. The heat from the day made the poor thing slightly sluggish in it's movements, it's fur muddy and matted from having to live in the city with no shelter. After living on the streets of the city for at least a week, it find's itself sitting outside of a building with other animals in it, even though night has fallen the lights inside still seemed to be on. Pawing at the crack in the door, hearing movement inside lifts her spirits and she props herself up on the door, doing her best to get inside, as impossible as it is on her own. Mewing softly, the little cat tries to get the attention of whoever was inside, hoping that they would be able to help her, or at least give her a little food. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lil'st Pet Shop of Horrors (Dudel &amp; MiaKage)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 01:05:02</strong>
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				Strange sounds slowly push their way up to Jeffery's ears. A cat, outside? That can't be right. They should all be inside, and asleep at night. Perhaps one of the neighbors pets? Can't leave whatever is out there to sit alone all night. That would be so horrible. Peeking out the window to see the creature at the door. "Oh, kitty. Are you lost?" Strange, the street lights give it an interesting color. Something... purple in nature? "You stay right there and I'll come down with something for you to eat."<br><br>Scurrying down the stairs, back to the main shop. Passing animals that woke to see their current <em>owner</em> passing by. "Shh, shh, go back to sleep." Most listening, though that stray curiosity that animals could manage did have eyes watching Jeffery work his way to the pet-shop door, opening it slowly... doing his best not to jingle the bell up top, allowing the animal to slowly work it's way inside, with a gently closing door behind it.<br><br>While owning the shop wasn't the best of things for Jeff, he really was a sucker for animals. Couldn't help it. Bleeding heart and all that. "Come on, you, we'll get you something to eat upstairs." Scooping up the mangy animal and slowly working back upstairs. "I bet you are starving, little one. Ah... what's your name? We might have to give you one since you're so special looking."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lil'st Pet Shop of Horrors (Dudel &amp; MiaKage)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiaKage</strong> on <strong>09-03-2012, 00:04:13</strong>
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				The little cat's hear leapt as the door began to open, and with a soft heartfelt mew, made it's way through the crack. Giving a little odd noise as she's picked up, the air quickly forced out of her from the sudden force of being lifted. Once she had gotten her breath back, she happily nuzzled the man, feeling safe for once in a long long time. Her spirits rose once more at the mention of food, she not having anything decent to eat since she got lost, and not a naturally wild cat, unable to effectively get it's own food. Once she's back on her own feet again, she gives a few good shakes trying to get her fur to settle again, but can't seem to from the extended period of being outdoors. A ring about her neck, a slightly different hue, indicates that at some point recent, she had once been a collar there. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lil'st Pet Shop of Horrors (Dudel &amp; MiaKage)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>13-03-2012, 23:47:27</strong>
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				Once back upstairs, and the strange cat sitting on the ground, Jeffrey&nbsp; Jeffrey D. Guggenheim went to the small stash of pet food he kept near the stairs. A little bit of everything incase someone needed their animals held for a little while, not that anyone actually used that service unless they were leaving town... and in those cases Jeff found himself setting the animal up for adoption since selling animals once loved felt... wrong.<br><br>Though, today, it was only a little bit of cat food in a small bowl, and a minute or two the animal that had found itself wondering outside Guggenheim Pets was set with anything a normal cat of it’s size would need.<br><br>Scratching under the creature’s chin and talking to it quietly. “So this is for you... hmm... and it looks like you had a collar. Someone owned you, huh? Looks like I’ll be putting up a bunch of <em>Found</em> posters tomorrow. I’m sure whoever lost you is very sad you’re gone. I would be, with such a special coat like that.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lil'st Pet Shop of Horrors (Dudel &amp; MiaKage)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiaKage</strong> on <strong>20-03-2012, 00:51:38</strong>
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				The odd little cat sniffed at the food that was left before her, batting it a few times with her paw testing&nbsp; it. It was strange to her, she had never had something like this before, but it smelled nice, carefully she took a bite and was surprised that it tasted just as good as it smelled! Not having anything really solid to eat in ages, she quickly ate the food as fast as she could, only pausing to swallow. She began to warm up to the strange man, he seemed nice, and hoped that she would be able to stay here, at least for a little while longer. <br><br>She mews softly as he begins to talk to her, and purrs as he rubs her chin. She had indeed been owned by someone at one point, but knew that putting up posters wouldn't be any good, she highly doubted that they would be coming back for her, and certainly not sad that she was stuck here. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lil'st Pet Shop of Horrors (Dudel &amp; MiaKage)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>22-03-2012, 01:56:41</strong>
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				“Oh, wow! You must have been really hungry? Want some more?” Jeffrey laughed as he stood up from the place he found himself and went to where that food was, getting another large scoop and pouring it into the dish before going to get himself something to eat.<br><br>Living next to that Fish Monger next door had the benefit of, at least, free fish. Unfortunately, most of it looked and tasted like fish. Salmon steak would at least have the illusion of ‘steak’ to it. So a ‘slab’ was pulled from the fridge, the clear smell drifting through the apartment (and even down stairs to stir up some of the animals there) and placed upon a pan that was on the stove. (Cleaned after every meal, but it never really fit anywhere in the small kitchen with everything else up there being a combination of storage and other things.)<br><br>“Hmm... I’m not really supposed to name strays,” Began Jeffrey as he laughed and reached back, touching the soft fur of the curiously colored feline, “But I do need to call you something.” Musing over the thought. Petting casually, not really paying much attention as the young pet store owner got lost in his mind. “Purple coat, missing an owner, lost in the city...”<br><br>“Got any ideas?” Asking the animal itself? How silly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lil'st Pet Shop of Horrors (Dudel &amp; MiaKage)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiaKage</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 03:37:17</strong>
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				Giving a good shake, the small cat began to clean herself, still dirty from being outside for so long. The new dish of food was appealing to her, but she felt she had to be clean first. When the sent of fish drifted into her nose, however, her ears perked up. Rushing over to where the strange man was, she sat down and stared at the 'steak' he held, and began to cook, her tail waving back and forth. Mewing softly as he spoke to her, as if giving a reply, creating a plan in her mind to get the yummy fish that he was cooking. It smelled strangely just like what she was fed by her last owner, and knew that she would love it more than whatever that other stuff he had given her, and she must have it! <br><br>As he was cooking and being distracted by his thoughts, the little cat crept underneath the table, hopping up onto one of the empty chairs to lay in wait for her prey of cooked fish steak! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lil'st Pet Shop of Horrors (Dudel &amp; MiaKage)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 04:59:03</strong>
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				As dinner for the cat, who still seemed to lack a name. "Dang this is difficult." Lost inside one's mind as the blind cooking began. Stove not even warm yet as the slab of fish was pushed about mindlessly and attentions were not-paid to the strange cat. It was a long day, and Jeffrey hungry. Who could blame the poor guy for focusing on dinner? No one, that's who!<br><br>Of course, this wasn't made any better with a sneaky cat working it's way closer to food more appealing than it's own. Something one would think a trained Pet Store Owner would be full aware of. Wild cats, or cats in general, typically didn't respect the personal space.<br><br>Two steps away from the stove, opening that small fridge the salmon steak had come from, to get a little bit of tarter sauce and a lemon. "Looks like I'm going to have to go to the store, soon. Ugh... this place is a giant money pit. Sometimes I hate my own name thanks to this place. Guggenheim?" The last name was overly pronounced, extending the vowels for dramatic effect. "What century is this?"
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