Part #5

 

    Hi again! I know I posted like three seconds ago, but I need to say something. So you know that I-don't-know-what-to-call-it thingamagig? So yeah. I finished it, and I'm posting the rest of it all in two posts.

   Part #5 

Paw took a quick glance at the room, finally spotting Fernickle’s old fashioned flip phone on the bedside table. “There! Right there!” Paw exclaimed, pointing his muzzle at the old brown bedside table.

Puppy looked at him blankly. “Why are you telling me? Stop wasting time, Paw. Get the phone!”

Paw said, “Listen. I’ll stop her. And I’m trusting you.”

“You’re trusting me? For what? I can’t be trusted. Get the phone already!” Puppy shrieked, panicked. “Hold on. Are you telling me to get the phone? What am I supposed to do with it? How am I ever going to reach it?”

“Jump onto the bed and-- AAAH!” Paw cried.

Fernickle had grabbed him and dragged him by the tail, not taking her eyes off him.

“Paw!” Puppy screamed. She wanted to charge at Fernickle, tug at the old pajamas she was wearing and chew on her ankle, but she couldn't. Her feet wouldn’t allow her to move.

“Puppy, get the phone! I’ll be fine!” Paw demanded. Puppy obeyed, stretching her body as far as it would go to climb onto the ledge of the bed. 

She used the same method as she did to climb onto Jon’s bed, digging her claws into the sheets (but harder this time), and heaving herself up into the center of the mattress. Trying not to look at Paw being dragged away by Fernickle, she leaned over to the side of the bed, curling her rear paws into the bedsheets so she wouldn’t fall off. Paw is going to the shelter, and I’m going to be the one to save him, she repeated in her head for motivation.

And before she knew it, she was back at home safely, with Fernickle’s phone clenched tightly between her teeth. Jon’s was snoring lightly from his bedroom, so now Puppy and Cat had the tiny home all for themselves.

“Do you know how a phone works?” Puppy asked Cat, who was still sprawled over on his mat.

“Huh?”

“A phone. Do you know how it works?”

“I don’t know. Maybe there’s a button to start it or something,” Cat suggested sleepily. “Show it to Jon.”

Puppy was clearly offended. “No! Jon’ll recognize Fernickle’s phone immediately. He’ll know that we stole it from her! And even if he doesn’t recognize Fernickle’s phone, he’ll know that we illegally took it from someone.”

“Yeah.” Cat said lazily. He stretched out the word so long that it sounded like he was just yawning.

“Cat! Stay awake! This is important!”

“What do you want? Why are you trying to figure out how to use Fernickle’s phone anyway?”

“Because Paw is gone! Fernickle got rid of him and now he’s in the shelter. Well now he’s probably in her car inside a cage or something. And losing her phone will save us plenty of time, but still! Sooner or later, Paw will be stuck in a dark, cold dungeon in the basement of the shelter!” Puppy said all in one breath, seeing that this caught Cat’s attention.

“Oh. Well, I’m sorry,” Cat said, looking up at her.

“Yeah. But that’s not helping,” Puppy said matter-of-factly.

“I don’t think we need to do anything on the phone. Like you said, as long as Fernickle doesn’t find the phone, we should have enough time to stop her,” Cat said.

“But she’s an old lady, Cat! Many people listen to old ladies. She can get anyone to do anything she wants!” Puppy said.

“Good point. So maybe, instead of stopping her, we can wait until Paw is already in the shelter, and then we can save him,” Cat thought out loud.

Puppy thought of this for a moment and sighed. “Okay, fine. But tomorrow morning, the first thing we’ll do is get to the shelter. We’re lucky it’s only around two miles away.”

Cat looked at her. “We don’t need to wait ‘till morning. Tonight is fine,” he said, smirking.