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_Ah Felicia,_Tibbs thought to himself in a half dream, his tail twitching behind him.Ah how he missed her. That lovely white Persian. It had been weeks since she'd slipped out of Cruella's house. She laughed about how much her owner had spent on her. Yet she had a certain fondness for this scraggly tabby. Something about his earthiness and how he made her gasp and moan for more. In his dream, he could feel her soft fur. Her whispered words slipped into his ears and made him shiver. The warmth of her body as she brushed past him. Not to mention the warmth of her around him.

In his dream, he could feel her inviting him in. Her breathy purr as he pushed deep. The way her body quivered around him as he pulled back. Her insistence for more. Harder. Faster. Then the yowl as she...

_ WHREEEEEHEHEH! _

The Captain's neigh ripped through Tibbs' dream and the tabby cat leapt to his feet with a yowl. Heart racing as every hair on his body stood on end. The tabby leapt high enough to nearly crash off one of the rafters before coming back down. Claws scrabbled at well worn wood before he managed to catch himself on a railing. Heart hammering away in his chest as he panted and gasped, eyes wide.

"Ah good, you're awake." The older warhorse grinned wickedly. "I was worried you were having a nightmare of something. The way you were kicking and wiggling around."

"Yes Sir, sorry, Sir. I was having a..." he trailed off for a moment, "vivid dream. Involved that she-devil Cruella." Which was the truth, in a roundabout way. The feline sat up and snapped a salute, "Is there something amiss, Sir?" Protocol, at all times protocol.

Captain shook his head, "Patrol time. Just a quick lap around the area." The older horse whickered, "Make sure nothing is amiss and check in with the Colonel. He has been out some time. He mentioned checking on the old shed, but that's been on the list for months now." The stallion rolled his eyes and snorted a laugh. "I shall retire to the pasture until your patrol is over. Report back when you complete it and find our Colonel."

"Sir!" another salute and Tibbs hopped down. The cat hurried outside and began his patrolling. Though he did have a bit of a wider stride than usual. His dream had gotten him worked up. The tabby sighed and narrowed his eyes, broken tail twitching behind him. What had brought that dream up? Sure, he did enjoy some personal time and leave with Felicia. He hadn't seen her in weeks though.

He paused and looked around. Where could the Colonel be? Maybe he had gone to the shed, it had been on the books for some time. This time of day, this season? Surprised the old dog wasn't in the stables or laying before some fire. So he might actually be checking on the old shed. It had been planned to tell the pups not to go out there. Easy enough to work it into his patrol route. Tibbs gave a stretch, yawned, and hopped onto the weather-worn fence. Strutting down it like any good feline.

Things were quiet, as they always were. Well, not always. The pups were good about getting into trouble. Seemed like they were either always up to something, or something was happening to them. He stopped and stretched, glancing out at the dalmatian puppies that were running through the fields. "Trouble magnets, the lot of them." Still he couldn't help but smile. Despite all the trouble that the pups might cause, their joy was infectious. Hard not to break into a trot himself. Bounding along the fence line then down into the grass.

Still was one of those things he found amusing. The Dearlys decided to move out to the countryside with their newfound horde of pups. Never once asking where the any of the other animals came from. Tibbs and the Colonel were easy enough to explain away. Old farm dog and farm cat? Nearly every cottage out here came with one. Old war horse? They didn't seem to mind the Captain just showing up. One could only imagine the conversation that took place there. After so many dogs showed up, maybe those people were just resigned to strange animals showing up and moving in. Humans were strange about some things. Not that he minded, since they were decent enough people.

Ah, there was the old shed. Tibbs drew himself from his thoughts and glanced at the building. Old tack shed or something. Probably had been attached to some older barn or used as storage in a time long past. Truthfully, it should have been torn down in an age long past. Looked like it could barely stand under its own weight. Wooden posts had cracked and leaned some years ago, yet it stubbornly refused to fall over. Just standing there at a strange angle in defiance of even the worst storms. It always had this eerie look to it. Not something he enjoyed. Only came out here on occasion to chase mice or find lost pups.

"Colonel?" Tibbs called out, "Colonel are you here?" The tabby stretched himself out and edged closer to the building. He hated certain buildings, and this was one of them. Just the general vibes that it gave off made his fur stand on end. Be just his luck that something had fallen in on the old dog.

It was that worry that made him press forward. Body low to the ground as he strode closer. The shed loomed over him, shutters staring down menacingly at him. His crooked tail twitched anxiously. Tibbs slunk lower, stared up at the building, and let a growl roll in his throat. He hated buildings like this. Something about them just set his hackles on end no matter what. He could know that every inch of the building was safe. And yet...

With a growl, he squared his shoulders and slipped into the building.

"Colonel?" he called out and glanced around. "Colonel, are you here?" The shed was dark, no surprise there. Bits of light managed to get through the sagging windows and missing shingles. Tibbs waited as his eyes began to adjust, "Colonel?" a shape moved in the darkness. A patch of shaggy white and gray rolled within the shadows. "Colonel?" Tibbs bounded over some fallen debris and rounded the shape.

The old sheepdog lay on his side, back to Tibbs. At first, the cat figured that he was asleep, kicking and growling in his dreams as the old dog was want to. "Colonel?" Tibbs started as he rounded the dog. He didn't want to start the old hound if he could avoid it. Those chomping jaws and savage barks were nothing to be trifled with. Best to try and rouse him with gentle words and maybe a touch if possible. Shame the pups weren't here. Getting them to stampede over the sheepdog was always a shortcut. Well, he couldn't in good conscience drag even one pup in here, so...

Moving closer, Tibbs reached out to bat the old dog. "Colonel," he tried once more.

And froze.

Thick, old leather straps had been wound around the old canine. His front legs were bound together and pulled out in front of him. Likewise, his back legs had been wrapped and pulled out as well, forcing the canine to lay on his side. An ancient muzzle pressed tight around his face. The canine's busy fur sticking out of it at all angles. His bushy brows were up and his eyes looked on in panic. Silently ordering Tibbs to run.

It was already too late. Shapes moved in the dark behind the feline. Each step muffled under the omnipresent creak of ancient wood. Before the cat could fully absorb what he saw before him, before an ear could twitch back, they struck.

Rats rushed from the shadows and out from under Colonel's thick fur, trailing looped cord with them. Cords wrapped around three of his four legs. Tibbs barely caught sight of the one coming for his front paw and managed to leap up. The cat started to give an alarmed yowl, claws unsheathing as he sprang upwards. Attention focusing on the rat holding the cord in front of him. One swipe and he'd knock it away.

They yanked on the restraints and tightened the loops. His battle cry turned into a surprised yelp as three of his legs were pulled out from under him. His upwards leap quickly turned into a slam against the well worn floor. Impact hard enough to drive the very breath from his lungs. The tabby wheezed and coughed, swiping blindly as his head spun.

His attackers showed patience. As he swiped, they opened the loop. Waited... and caught him! In a matter of seconds, they had all four of his legs restrained and pulled tight. Tibbs yelped and tried to pull. He was one cat though. One verse a swarm of rodents. One on one, they would never stand a chance. Never be able to outrun or even out muscle him. With dozens on each cord and more swarming from the dark?

At least he still had his teeth. Tibbs stretched, biting at the cords. Chewing, wrenching, pulling, trying to get them loose.

The rats had a plan for that. One particular heavy one slammed onto his back. Having leapt onto the feline from a rotten shelf. Tibbs grunted and bowed under the force that hit his spine. Others vault off Colonel, trailing a thicker cordage between them. The cordage had been threaded through a bit of wood. One that landed perfectly in Tibbs' gasping mouth, wrenching his head back with their weight. The rats caught each other midair and braced their feet on the back of his head. Pulling the cordage taut and tying it.

In mere seconds, the tabby was bound rather heavily and splayed out like some sort of trophy rug. Tibbs had all of a second to get his bearings before the bonds were pulled tight. The rats squeaked something to each other and started running. Fur bristled as the cat jerked and tried to pull away. Strong and as powerful as he was, as mighty as a feline was, he was no match for dozens upon dozens of rats.

Tibbs yowled as they drug him across the floor and straight towards Colonel. His eyes went wide as the bound sheepdog loomed ever closer. It took all of a glance to realize the bindings were over and under the canine. Going right for his belly.

He had all of an instant to realize this before he was all but buried in the dog's thick, shaggy coat. Tibbs wiggled and struggled, pulling as much as he could. No use. The dog's thicker frame kept his limbs splayed out and the heavy cordage was secured at his paws. Try as he might to wiggle free, there wasn't a lot he could do. Unbeknownst to him, the devious rodents were hard at work securing him to the canine's belly. Tying off and cinching up the cordage to keep him slung under the dog.

"Two down," Flake chittered to Ajax. The rat sat up and grinned, looking at his larger companion.

Ajax rolled his shoulders, "Oh we're not done yet." The rodent chuckled, "We have to get a bit of payback on this cat after all. Don't we, boys?"

A chorus of cheers sounded from the shed rats. Flake leaned in a bit, curious about what his larger companion had planned. Ajax flashed a crooked grin and clambered over the cursed dog. He wasn't as bad as the cat. He'd only ever barked at rats to scare them off. So why not give him a bit of fun? Ajax knew it had been an age since the old dog had any quality bitches. Scrambling down, he whistled, "Rear left team, lift!" Up in the rafters, an organized team of rodents scrambled. Colonel grunted as his left was lifted, exposing a fat sheath and even heavier balls.

Climbing over the sheepdog's thick fur was an easy task. Getting to his sheath was a simple matter, any rodent worth his squeak could manage it. Though what came next was a task only Ajax would've taken on. He never wanted one of his fellow swarm to do it.

Gripping the sheath, he leaned in and ran his tongue around the dog's opening.

The collected swarm gasped in shock and surprise. Some even turned away, but most continued to watch as their brave, bold leader began to tend to the canine.

Colonel's thick brows shot up at the familiar, yet alien, feel of someone tease his sheath. It had been many a season since he'd been with a canine lady. Why the closest he'd gotten was a friendly look from Perdita. Lovely lass she was, but firmly enthralled by her partner. So he'd relegated himself to either doing without, or the odd moment alone with his own tongue. Here now, feeling someone else playing with his sheath and cock? Even tied up, it began to rile up things best left alone. "Rrr...." he growled and rolled his eyes, trying to resist the urge. Though muscles began to tense and he couldn't help but...

Tibbs grumbled and squirmed under Colonel. He couldn't see anything, but he could hear the rats squeaking and moving around. They were up to something. What, he had no clue. They'd already captured him and the Colonel, tied them up like some common beast. If he could just..

Colonel's body rocked and jostled Tibbs. The cat grunted, felt the canine's growl wash over him, but put it out of his mind. Now if he could just...

A rock of the big dog jostled the cat. Blinded as he was, Tibbs couldn't see what was happening. Were the rats trying to move them? What on the great wide world could they be doing?

Then he felt it.

Something nudged under his tail. Something that was warm, oddly firm, and strangely sticky. No sooner did it poke him than he felt something even hotter and sticky splash against his backside. The cat squirmed, writhed, and tried to figure out what it was. Especially as it began to poke around his rear more. Each probe accompanied by another rock from the bound Colonel. Tibbs growled into the dog's fur. What could that b...

Jab jab...PENETRATION!

Tibbs yowled into the dog's thick coat as his ass spread around the sudden intrusion. He tried to clench down around the cock, but it was too late. Colonel's unbridled lust drove the old dog to rock hips hips forward. Stall. Then jerk back.

Laughter and cheers erupted from the rats as Tibbs yowled and jerked. Colonel's eyes rolled in his head, _"Oh Tibbs, forgive me for not being able to control myself!"_The sheepdog groaned as the cat's tight rear clenched around him, driving him to rock his hips that much harder. He couldn't do anything to stop himself. It was pure, raw instinct at this point. Each time he tried to move his hips, wanted to pull away, some part of him would drive his hips forward again.

Not that the rats were done with either of them.

Ajax clambered up from the couple's sweet union. He flashed a grin and looked around, "B Team, go!"

It was Flake's turn to shine. He whistled to his boys and scrambled down the sheepdog's side. Rats charged up from behind, holding a gleaming silver object. Smooth, cone shaped, and with a wide flared base. They didn't know where it came from, didn't care really. All they knew was what it was meant for.

Flake and a few rats ran to Colonel's hunching back and grabbed his tail. They got there right as his hips rocked back and tail flagged. Grabbing it and holding on. Digging their feet into the worn floorboards as the dog hunched again, "HOLD!" Flake called out. His brave team of rodents hanging on as the dog thrust, forcing his tail to lift up. Just as the other team charged. Holding their weapon aloft as the dog began to draw back. They timed their attack perfectly, catching him square on the backside as he rocked back.

"RMMMPH!" Colonel jerked as his rear spread wide around the plug. Smooth, slicked metal slid easily into his rear before he knew what was coming. He clenched, which only helped it slide that much deeper. His muscles snapped behind the flare with an almost audible pop. It pressed against parts of him unvisited by all but that one lovely French Poodle an age ago. It twisted, jostled with his thrust, and then something inside it buzzed.

It felt like lightning hit him. That was something he hadn't felt in an age long forgotten. His eyes rolled back as his hips continued to jostle. Rocking on their own now. Stuck between the tightness of Tibbs and the plug that hit him in ways that were beyond embarrassing. He could feel his knot throb. Swell with the bolt of raw pleasure that jolted down his spine. The sheepdog trembled and rolled his eyes back. Unable to stop himself from thrusting. Thick knot thumping against Tibbs' rear.

Ah poor Tibbs. The tabby's eyes were rolled back as he groaned and huffed. Claws wanted to unsheathe and curl, but he was too aware of where he was bound. Even then, he couldn't help but dig his claws in here and there as the dog's cock drove against different spots inside him. His own cock was starting to twitch. Spilling precum into the sheepdog's thick pelt. He grunted and squirmed, digging claws in as he writhed. Then felt that steady thumping of a knot against his rear. Panic began to flood through his mind as he squirmed. "Colonel?" he tried to call out as the dog's thrusts grew shorter, sharper.

Some relief came as he felt rat paws moving all over his and the Colonel's body. Colonel let out a yelp as the rats threw a thick leather cord around his knot, looped it around his balls, and then up to the plug. More scrambled between the cat and dog, adding another a loop around Tibbs' own balls. As Colonel's hips rocked back, Tibbs was yanked back with the dog. Limiting just how far the old dog could thrust. Sending him into low, frustrated growls as the cat let out muffled, muted yowls.

Ajax climbed down to Flake, "Wonderful," the rat churred. "All that's left is that warhorse."

Flake grinned, "If the cats hold up their end of the bargain, we won't have to worry for long."

"If." Ajax rubbed his face.

Flake shuffled, "So... how'd it taste?"

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Captain yawned and shook out his mane. The pasture had been nice today, but he was glad to be back into his stable. Tibbs wasn't back yet. Neither was Colonel. They could both be out on patrol, doing something with the pups, or any number of other tasks about the farm. He yawned again and shook out his gray mane. Blinking wearily as he stretched his limbs out.

Something tickled his nose. Something very earthy, enticing, and that he'd not smelled in some time. The gray stallion leaned his head over the door and sniffed again. That was a mare's scent. Not fresh, but any stallion worth his salt would know that smell.

A quick scan over the stable's interior told him all he needed to know. There was a glass jar on a workbench. All it took was a little sniff and a flare of his lip to reveal that yes. That's where the smell was coming from. A jar of mare scent. Nowhere near as good as the real, fresh, thing, but certainly nice. Though if the Dearly's had that...

His eyes wandered over until he saw a phantom mare set up off to the side.

"Well oh well," he mused, "how did they set you up without me hearing?" He couldn't imagine that Roger had set it up without him hearing, or smelling, the human. Hard to miss him with that pipe he loved so much. Nose as sensitive as Captain had? Why he could smell Roger a mile off on a good day. Colonel even further out.

That was neither here nor there though. That mare scent, bottled though it was, was delightful. Captain glanced back and forth. Sniffed at the air. Let out a whinny and stomped. That would always get Roger's attention if he was nearby. The warhorse perked his ears and waited. Letting time drag out for a couple long moments. Not even a whisper from the human. So he let out another and stomped a couple more times.

Not a whisper of movement. Not a voiced complaint. Nothing.

Probably meant that Roger came, set it up quietly, then wandered off to do some song or something. He was bad about having a dozen jobs going at any given time. Only that wife of his could keep his head on straight long enough. Well, if he was going to leave it out like this? Captain might as well see how sturdy it was. Wouldn't do to have Roger set up something, only to have it fall out under him later. "Can't have him leaving something loose," Captain mused as he leaned over.

Getting out of his stall was a matter of lipping the lock open. Easy enough then the stallion wandered out. Heavy sheath starting to swell from the lingering scent. His familiar red blanket did little to hide his sheath as it began to grow fatter with each step. Thick stallion cock dropping further with each thunderous step. "Oh it has been a while," Captain mused as he swung his hips. The gray stallions shivered at the feel of his own sac clapping off his thighs. After a time, it was easy enough to ignore ones' own desires. At least until something made lust rear its head once again.

Approaching the phantom mare, he leaned in and gave it a nudge. Sturdy, well built. Butting his flank to it made it rock and creak, but it toppled back onto its legs with a satisfying thud. Heavy too. Captain gave it another bump before nodding in satisfaction. His attention shifted further down to the... business end of it. Thick, wrapped wood barrel gave way to soft, supple leather on the 'rear' of the phantom. Tanned and worked, it was very nice against his nose. All the way down to the fake lips, meant to mimic a real mare.

Captain gave it a quick probe with his tongue and stopped. His ears shot up in surprise and he snorted. Someone had already smeared a thick, gelled lubricant on the device. The taste was... not entirely pleasant, but the fact it was lubed it surprised him. Though not nearly as much as the fact it was warm already. He nudged it with his nose and listened. Someone had filled it with water. Warmed water. Warm enough to mimic a mare even closer than the device did on its own.

He perked his ears and looked around. Had Roger really set all this up and then just... walked away? Maybe one of the neighbors had brought it over and set it up. Though why would they lube it up as well? And fill it with warm water. That spoke of an imminent harvest from him. Yet... his ears went left and right, he couldn't hear a soul. Not so much as a creak in the rafters.

Waste not, want not.

Captain turned and thundered over to the bench. Leaning down, he nosed the jar and lipped at it. Breathing in the scent there with a long grumble. He narrowed his eyes and conjured up an array of images. Proud, military mares that he'd served with over the years. Not just served with, but serviced on many of an occasion. While some of his fellow stallions liked the sleek, courier or racer types, Captain liked them a mare that could handle herself. Thick haunches, powerful muscles, working gals that knew what they wanted and weren't afraid to bite or nip if need be.

One particular leapt to mind. A dark colored mare. Major Dame. He could imagine her powerful, broad haunches as she turned to him. Tail flagged up as she drove her hips back and ordered him to,_"Perform a through inspection, Captain!"_In his mind's eye, he could feel her wink against his snout. Felt the trickle of her need across his muzzle and into his senses.

Each breath of the jarred scent made his cock drop further. Thick flesh swayed under him as the stallion took deep breathes of the scent. It didn't take much before his cock swung up and cracked off his belly. Tip flaring ever so slightly as he rocked his hips forward. Grinding into his own belly as his tongue hung out. Lips curled as the stallion huffed. The memory of Major's voice echoing in his mind. Sharp commands mixed with equal parts authority and mocking banter. Teasing him for being so worked up so quickly. Thick precum spilling from his tip as his hips began to rock against the air.

"_Well, Captain, are you ready or not?"_the memory of her voice rang through his ear.

In almost a daze, Captain swung to the phantom mare and reared. It wasn't as tall or as wide as Major had been. Not that it matters to the lusts-addled stallion. He could almost hear her grunt as his weight came down on her backside. Felt how she shifted as the phantom wobbled. Hooves clattered off wood as he walked forward. Each step met with a hunching thrust of his own hips. Tip flaring wider as his thrusts grew shorter, sharper. Bouncing off the smooth leather of the phantom mare.

"Are you going to thrust blindly or are you going to aim?"

His teeth bit onto the breeding bench as his body hunched forward. The tip of his cock smacked off the backside of the toy, slid across the smooth leather, and just barely pulled apart those false folds. Which was all it took for his mind to register that change in warmth and texture and he lunged forward.

The entire mount rocked as his hips cracked off it. Cock buried deep into the phantom mare with a warm, wet squelch. He shivered at the sheer warmth that wrapped around his cock. Especially as the water sloshed in the device and made it shiver around his cock in a way that no living mare could, or would. He felt the memory start to slide away. A rush of brief shame flashed through the old warhorse as he sat there for a breath. Buried right up to the medial ring with his first thrust. Was this what he was reduced to? Fucking some... thing instead of a real mare? He'd been a choice stud for many years back in the day.

"Fuck it," he grumbled into the mount and jerked back. He was old enough to not care. If he had a choice mare, he'd give her a jolly good rogering. This thing? He was going to fuck it raw and clear his head. Slick, lubed leather walls slid along his cock and water sloshed. The stallion shivered and huffed, rocking forward again. Burying himself into the device as far as he could.

Tail flagged as the stallion slammed himself into the phantom. Each thrust lifted the back legs up and sent them falling with a thunderous bang as he pulled back. Teeth dug into the wooden frame as he narrowed his eyes. Huffing with each thrust, letting the raw, primal lust drive him to this brutal rut. Treating this... device like he would never treat a mare. Letting out years of pent up need in a handful of thrusts. And that's all he'd last. A mere handful because he was not trying to impress anyone. He'd leave this phantom a mess and have Roger staring at the mess before taking it for another ride later.

Captain was so wrapped up in his experience that he didn't notice the shadows moving closer. Wary, slender shadows moved closer to those dancing hooves. Waiting, biding their time. As his thrusts grew shorter and more of his weight fell onto the mount, they slid in with thick leather straps. Casually wrapping them about ankle and bench. Threading the straps through thick, heavy rings the stallion had failed to notice.

At an unspoken command, havoc broke loose.

Cats leapt from the rafters and onto his head. A team of them landed on the stallion with a heavy bit and bridle. Jerking it onto the stallion's head with practiced ease and wrenching it back. While a pair puled hard at the reins, another set cinched the bridle up and pulled it tighter around his head.

At the same moment, another team landed on those powerful haunches. While a few cats grabbed the tail and pulled it up, others swung around and under. While one lined up a shiny, lubricated plug, a trio swung from the rafters on a rope. That trio showed the precision and grace only cats could show off. Each landed on the flared base of the plug with both feet, holding onto each other and the rope at the same time. Their momentum sent the plug deep with a single, swift kick. Bouncing off the base of the plug just in time.

Captain's eyes went wide as everything just happened at once. His brain barely had a second to register the shapes moving towards him before the plus slammed into his rear. Just a hint of cold metal against his rear before he was being spread open. The stallion threw his head back and called out. Which was the perfect opportunity for the bridle brigade.

The cats weren't nearly strong or heavy enough to wrench the stallion around. They had surprise and speed on their side. Before he could jerk his head forward and yank them away, his attackers were scampering over his flanks and swinging around. Feeding his reins through a lug on the plug. Looping either side through it and pulling tight. Cinching it around each other and tying with a skill that would have amazed Captain if he wasn't caught by it.

Without thinking, he jerked his head forward and stopped. That little tug was enough to drive the toy deeper into him. Making it grind against his prostate. The raw jolt was enough to make the stallion jerk and huff. Eyes going wide as his body trembled. He'd been on the very edge of his climax before. Now with this toy grinding, rubbing, against his prostate, he could feel his balls starting to tighten and pull up.

Not that the cats were done with him yet.

Felines darted in with more cordage even as his sac began to tighten. A pair swing over his tail and under. Somehow squeezing and slinking over and around his privates. A thick leather band wrapped around his sac and pulled tight, keeping them from drawing too high. Another wrapped around the base of his cock and pulled taut as well. Leaving his cock twitching and heaving, throbbing on the very cusp of a climax. More cordage ran from the plug to the straps. Tying everything together.

He squealed and jerked his head. Which only pulled at the plug and his own privates. He bit down on the bridle and growled, trying to pull away.

Only to have his hooves jerk uselessly against the rather sturdy phantom mare he was now bound to. Captain stumbled and staggered, but the bench held sturdy and true. Holding onto the massive warhorse and keeping him trapped there. Most of his weight resting on that leather wrapped barrel. Forelegs pulled taut to the sides of the bench and bound there. Hinds strapped to the bench's legs. Cock buried up to the medial ring in that sloshing, warm embrace.

"Well," a cat rowled, "that was rather well executed." A well groomed patch of shadow separated itself. Glowing eyes peered up at the stallion with a smirk. The dark feline rolled her head, "Any reports from the rats?"

One of her group yawned, "One just scampered up. The traitor and dog have been neutralized as well."

"Excellent." She sniffed. "This one has been dealt with as well." The black cat rolled her head, "Not for long, I'd imagine. Long enough for us to deal with those..." she sneered, "_puppies._Then we can get back to peace and quiet out here."

Captain growled and threw his head, "You'll never get away with this," speaking around a bit was easy enough. He'd done it countless times.

The mysterious black cat hopped onto a shelf in front of him. "Oh, but I will." She smirked and narrowed her eyes, "I have people taking care of their parents already. Easy enough since the bitch was..." she trailed off into a chuckle, "distracting the male. I'd love to stay here and chat, but no." She reached out and patted Captain's cheek, "Now, be a good boy and stay here. I have other business to attend to. Ta."