So this is for the weekly drabble challenge in the Psychfic forums. I wasn't going to post this here because I only just caught the tail end of the challenge and I only had this one little 200 word short, but they've recently started up again, which means new prompts every week! =D So I thought, "Why not? I'll start posting on FanFiction, too."
So yaaaay~ ^^
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Everything had been swept off the counter and now lay broken off to the side, and the bare tabletop was now drenched by what could only have been Niagra Falls. Scraps of curtains were shredded and scattered across the floor, now muddy and useless. The only remains of the culprit were the wet splashes where her paws had trod across the tiles.
"Once we find that cat, I'm going to kill you," Henry huffed, just barely containing his wrath.
"She's probably just terrified," Shawn reasoned, choosing to brush off the death threat. "Your shirts do tend to have that effect on people."
"It's a cat, Shawn! It's too stupid to know the difference! What ever made you think it would be a good idea to bring that thing into my house, anyway?"
"I thought it would make a nice anniversary gift, since you have to spend it all by yourself."
"You only get anniversary gifts when you're married, Shawn," Henry growled, trotting to the window and scanning the yard in hopes of a glace of the convict.
"Same difference," Shawn shrugged, then froze as his eyes landed on an empty cardboard box.
"She stole my pineapple upside-down cake!" he wailed.