After fireman Dustin Hardesty saves a scruffy tomcat from a fire and then a neutering at the shelter, he has no idea he just moved a cat shifter named Tigs into his life. Tigs figures he owes Dustin, so he'll hang around to give Dustin some good times. He just never figured on Dustin not wanting to let go of his alley cat.
Tig's Blog (unedited)--
My name's Tigs, and I'm a cat shifter. Don't get smart, it's not short for Tigger or anything stupid like that. I don't fucking bounce or lisp my words, and I'm a gray tabby. I usually work construction and home renovation, me and my crew. We're all shifters of one type or another, but we get along most of the time.
I'd let the rest of my crew go home early while I coiled up extension cords, locked up the tools, and cleaned up our work site. This old store used to be the coolest little place when I'd been a kitten, but that'd been years ago. The guys'd be waiting for me back at the warehouse we rented for the equipment, six blocks away. The fact was it also served as our home. The place was "guarded" by two dogs –a terrier and a Rottweiler mix and three scruffy cats and that didn't mean anything to the absentee landlord. Long as he got his cash, he didn't give a shit.
Speaking of shit, we may look scruffy, but we're good neighbors. We used the litter box or took a walk outside. The dogs would "walk" each other, so that was cool, and they curbed themselves like responsible citizens.
Anyways, I smelled the stink of burning wood and rubber first. Figured some homeless guy had lit up the contents of a trash can to keep warm nearby and didn't give it another thought. This wasn't the best neighborhood, but most poor don't foul their own nest, ya know?
So, I finished coiling up the last extension cord and tossed it into the storage locker. Two seconds to snap the padlock, and I was ready for some of Pete's Tuna Steaks on the grill back at our place.
No such luck. The smoke from the fire was coming up the stairs when I opened the door, and I bent over coughing my lungs out before I could shut the damn thing. "Who the fuck set a real fire in this stinkin' joint? It can't be for the insurance." Didn't matter. The entire downstairs –such as it was—was engulfed, and the floor was heating up. Damn near burned me through my boots, which meant I had seconds to get my ass out.
I took the easy road and threw a piece of scrap 2x4 through one of the windows we hadn't removed yet. Single pane, painted shut, so it shattered easy as pie. Then I shifted, abandoned my clothes to their fate, and leaped for the limb of a scrub pine just in time. I hit the branches, yowling in pissed off feline at the loss of a perfectly good pair of steel toes.
Naturally, that was the moment that the fire truck showed up. How convenient. I'd bet the arsonist called in the fire as soon as he got a safe distance away, after ensuring the place would be a pile of ash. So, a professional job. Not my problem, except some asshole owed me some new boots.
What surprised the fuck out of me was the ladder that slammed up against the tree. Tree wasn't that big, being an inner city volunteer from some bird's ass that happened on an empty lot. Whole thing shook.
I might have backed up a bit, but it wasn't fear. I just didn't want to get grabbed like some wuss who didn't have sense enough to know how to get down.
The human wearing the standard issue fireman's hard hat and million pounds of gear climbed the ladder with casual ease until we were damn near face to whiskers.
"Well, hello bay-bee!" Okay, so it came out as a yowl loud enough to burst eardrums. Any other tom would have recognized my interest in the biggest pair of grass green eyes in a tanned face I'd seen in a long time. Okay, so they were red-rimmed and tired. If I'd been human, my dick would have lifted my ass so far I'd have fallen out of the tree. I wanted me a piece of that man!
Once handsome Grass Eyes stopped wincing from my loud mouth, he hitched himself up one more rung. "Hey there, you could replace our siren with that set of lungs, dude." He checked the fire, now close enough to us that I was getting more than a tad warm, ya know? "I really hate to interrupt your serenade, but unless you want to burn down with this tree, we need to go." He reached for me.
On reflection, I realized Grass Eyes didn't have a clue that I was a shifter, nor did me mean to insult Da Tigs. At the time, all I cared about was swatting his hand. Encased in the gloves and shit, he wasn't even hurt, but I'd made my point. I could have jumped down anytime, if he'd move that fucking ladder.
Grass Eyes shook his head. "Man, I don't want to leave you, Loudmouth. Come on! This tree's gonna go, shit head."
Yeah, he had a point. I ignored his hand and jumped on his shoulders. I'd be damned if I'd be carried down like some frou-frou case from Cat Fancier's magazine.
"Okay, if that's the way you want it." Grass Eyes had the sense to know when he'd been elected as the vehicle of my ride down and made his way back to the base of the tree. I kept on riding, even while he helped his buds put the ladder away. Clearly, the old deli was a total loss, so they concentrated on keeping all the rest of the local trash pit buildings from coming down. Not all that difficult, and I couldn't blame them for not working too hard at saving what wasn't worth trying.
Grass Eyes stood over to the side, talking on his radio and leaning against the big-ass red fire truck. He'd scrub his face with his hand now and then.
One of his buddies came by, lugging shit back to the truck. "It was arson, Dustin. Betcha the dogs sniff out accelerant."
Dustin, which was Grass Eyes' real name I guessed, sighed. "Yeah. This place was being renovated too. I drive by here daily and see the workers. They've been putting their backs into cleaning this place out, and they're clean as a whistle about putting away equipment. I'll tell the inspector the same when I see him. I doubt it was them being careless."
Hey, a compliment. Very cool. I purred and rubbed up against Dustin's ear for that.
"Yeah, I like you too, Loudmouth." He reached up and I let him give the backs of my ears a rub. He did such a good job, I closed my eyes and purred louder, just to let him know he was doing a good job.
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