Squirrel Your Stuff
What about your handsome, cultured prevost's squirrel? i mean ... " he shakes his head, blowing out a breath, at a loss. "what are the odds of finding a single gay homeowner who is also tragically unorganized?" he scrunches his muzzle.
Hopping Along, Ch. 11 - Crocodilia
Kyle did his best not to thump or twitch his tail. It was a bad habit when he was playing games; squirming in his seat, tail thumping, arms twitching. It was especially hard when Kyle was holding his own, and might even win, against Aadi. It was rare...
Hopping Along, Ch. 12 - Pearls
Friday was, finally, the day of rest Kyle needed. All he had to do was get his textbooks and semester supplies. The campus bookstore had assigned a few hours for each group of students. A mix of sizes and species in each, but a limited number so the...
Hopping Along, Ch. 13 - Mirror
“Jiffy’s going to be here soon.” Tommy perked and looked over from his laptop. Kyle was lounging on his bed and staring at the television. Tommy getting a TV and bring consoles was great. Kyle was playing Mario Kart. Or, more specifically,...
Hopping Along, Ch. 8 - Flying
Jiffy tried so hard for another slice... but after a single bite he dropped it and flopped back down. A groan escaped the over-stuffed rodent. Kyle gave him little pity, but at least moved a paw over to rub the squirrel's front, while Kyle finished...
Hopping Along, Ch. 7 - The Sauce
Silence dragged on. Tommy just kept staring. Kyle had always been unnerved by the way predator species could just... stare. Unblinking. Even if he was easily twice the cat's weight, it made Kyle's heart beat faster in his chest. Kyle forced...
Hopping Along, Ch. 10 - Rage Syndrome
Kyle hated early mornings. His mother’s tales told of Kyle refusing to leave the pouch until breakfast was cold and morning cartoons were over. Kyle had always thought those stories were an exaggeration, but it was true that he really didn’t like early...
Hopping Along, Ch. 8 - Flying (no sniffs)
Jiffy tried so hard for another slice... but after a single bite he dropped it and flopped back down. A groan escaped the over-stuffed rodent. Kyle gave him little pity, but at least moved a paw over to rub the squirrel's front, while Kyle finished...