Probably Baby Shark and Cocomelon.~Baby shark doodoodododo~
Oh no.
Why did I have to activate that vocal stim?
~Baby shark doodoodododo~
“Eh, I’ll explain later. For now, I want to hear about how you got your best friend back!”
We headed inside, the shaggy mutt mix incredibly polite. He didn’t even jump on me once. Even after a year of being reunited, his adoration and energy seemed to be solely for theboy at his side. Or at least it was, until Hudson came sauntering in in her usual diva strut.
Crap! I thought she was asleep upstairs!~Baby shark doodoodododo~
Irresponsible!
Oooo biiiig stretch!
~Baby shark doodoodododo~
Not NOW brain!
…~Baby shark doodoodododo~
“Sorry! Let me just put her away!”
“Don’t worry, helovescats!”
Sure enough, the dog dropped onto his belly so fast I was surprised it didn’t force a burp out of him, his legs splooting out like he was a trophy rug. Given his size and insane coat, he did kind of look like a felled bear.
Hudson clocked the movement immediately, looked him up and down for a moment, then, to my great surprise, walked toward him and sat right in front of the mutt’s face, tail swishing lazily.
“Wow, you have trained your pup really well.”
“I didn’t really do that. He just really,reallylikes cats. And little dogs. And chickens, I guess, but that was just a one-time thing.”
As if to prove a point, the shaggy mountain of a mutt rolled over onto his back, his floppy jowls hanging comically as he gave Hudson the most adorable set of upside-down puppy dog eyes I’d ever seen (literally).
“You’re not kidding, are you?”
“Nope!”
I watched, terribly amused, as Hudson slowly stood, then marched right up the dog’s jaw and over his neck before curling into a ball on his belly and instantly purred.
Did… did my cat just make a best friend?
“Man, you’re lucky that this guy didn’t get snatched up when he was at that rescue. He’s so friendly!” And wasn’t that the way with so many big, hulking dogs?
“I know! We got him microchipped to make sure that nobody can ever do that again!”
I nodded along, not letting the knowledge that his mother’s sister could be so cruel spoil our moment. “You know, I apologize that I never asked, but what’s your friend’s name here? My cat’s Hudson, by the by.”
“It’s Mycroft,” he answered matter-of-factly like he’d just said Spot or Bruno.
“Wait, did you sayMycroft?” I repeated, not sure if I’d heard right.
“Yep!”
“Hey, I’m not one to judge, but that’s kind of an unusual name. Where did you get it from? A book?”