Copyright © 2016 by Jenni Gisselbrecht Hyena
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Donna “Swift” Linton
My stomach rumbled vigorously along with Emma, Danny, and Margaret’s to my left before I sighed and placed my paws upon it. “Anybody up for some real late night chow?” I asked, receiving an almost immediate but, rather hushed bout of “yesses” from all three; right up along with Jenni’s big old tiger lovey dovey, Chance who rather surprisingly once kicked the shit out of Emma in a local wing and waffle eating contest down at the Howard County fair about two months before my election and swearing in. We hoofed it on exhausted and aching feet back through the doors of the Bloods clubhouse at around ten twenty or so that evening, and actually managed to startle one or two of them with our rather sudden and abrupt entry to which they quickly jumped out of their highly understandable paranoid stance and dapped jovially all as usual as we filed in. We moseyed our way on over to the kitchen to pick up our quick fill when Jenni and Jason both met us silently by the sink and cupboards. “Boy, do we have one hell of a sweet little surprise for you.” Jason whistled, as silently as he could; as if he were attempting to stalk a fresh heard of kill just mere moments before the thrill of a perilous pounce reared itself into the mist before the ultimate wine and dine. “Oh, really, cuz?” I inquired, smugly raising an eyebrow. “And just what might all that be this lovely time around? Gum up my other pair of sandals just like you did right after our outing down in Oceana with Georgie back in the day?” He laughed along with Jenni, mutely. “Just follow me upstairs to the room, smartass.” “Yeah. Whatever, red ass.” I scoffed. “Shoulda made you eat all that goddamn toe jam and all from it afterwards.” He led me over to mine, Leslie and Wendy’s quarters over on the far right where my golden brown eyes flew open like shutter shades, and my mouth opened wide with frantic cheetah joy and surprised at the sight of he and Jessica’s peacefully snoozing and adorable little Cheetah/Cougar hybrid, Nathaniel Whooley Burdell.