YOU CAN SET YOURSELF ON FIRE ☆ rat "attack"

[michael t.]

Michael had been doing fairly well as of late. His sister was doing great and was well on her way to delivering what would probably be some adorable little kits, he was making friends in the Typhoon without his past crimes coming to haunt him, and he even had his... well. His Trevor back. In addition to all of this, he also had the added blessing of some other additions to the family. Namely, the presence of his little new mischief of rats. He had found them when he had first moved into his home, and had been taking care of them for several weeks now, giving them affection and feeding them often. He had really never expected that he would get so attached to a group of rats of all things, but he had, and he thought that Trevor liked them as well, even if the coyote would never admit it. He'd seen the canine throwing them a few scraps of prey every once in a while, and he seemed to be genuinely charmed by just the sight of Princess, so Michael was fairly confident he wouldn't have to be worried about them getting run out anytime soon.

The entire mischief of rats had been let loose in the hut for the day, mainly due to the fact that they liked being outside of their little container, and they never really seemed all that keen on running away. Besides, Princess was beginning to get so plump that Michael was fairly sure she couldn't run away, even if she wanted to. Roxie seemed to think she was pregnant, but Michael wasn't sure about that yet, unaware of what the signs of a rat pregnancy were. The bobcat allowed his eyes to linger on the little orange and white rat as he sat within the tiny "kitchen" of his hut, having been zoned out for several minutes now. He was broken from his trance by two things. One, he felt Splash run directly over his paw, and two, his stomach gave an angry growl of hunger that was nearly impossible to miss. Blinking in surprise at his own sudden hunger – which really wasn't that sudden, seeing as he hadn't eaten yet – the thief quickly turned, beginning to search around for something to eat. What he eventually produced were... cheetos. Cheeto puffs, to be exact. The snack food had been kindly donated by Roxie one of the times that she had been over, his sister having noticed his proclivity towards junk food. The sight of the bag immediately made him smile.

Grasping the bag carefully in his jaws, the black feline moved over to the front of his hut, nudging the door wide open so that he could get some fresh air. He then laid down inside, pulling open the bag of puffs and reaching a paw inside. He began to eat happily, only to notice something strange. The usual skittering of the rats had gone silent. Glancing around, Michael found himself surprised to see the most of the rats were staring at him, their little noses twitching rapidly. The bobcat just stared back at them for a moment before they charged, a startled squeak leaving him in surprise. The bag was knocked from his paws as rats began to climb all over him, Splash and Trevor V2 gnawing at his ears while Princess and Kenny climbed all over his paws, scrambling for cheeto puffs. Michael squeaked loudly, squirming about as his pets swarmed him, "Wh... no, hey, stop it! Stop that! Hey! C'mon guys, that was my fuckin' snack for today! Don't take it!" His protests and predicament probably wouldn't have been all that embarrassing, had it not been for the fact that his door was wide open, and all of this could be both seen and heard by anyone nearby.

[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]