DISCLAIMER: Characters belong to Mirisch/Watson/Trilogy
borrowing, not making money
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is a little blurb from the ATF alternate universe.
Credit for the cars goes entirely to Ruby1481 (a real DEAR) (well, except
for Ezra's...sorry, but I just had to. Forgive me?).
The small orange and white tabby knew
the parking lot inside and out. What
time which cars would have the warmest hoods, who set alarms, what time the
friendly people came to the cars throughout the day - and the unfriendly
He was a well-fed little housecat who
cruised the city blocks by day and
slept, curled next to the warm body of a college student named John at
night. The cat's tag read, Cuervo. And anyone who parked in the garage
housed in the ATF building knew him.
He cruised to the cool confines of
the cement structure spying the dark blue
Jeep first. The vehicle hadn't seen doors in years, and its well-worn paint
job only slightly helped one not notice the scratched soft material that
acted as marginal protection against the elements.
Jumping into the back, he ignored the
junk mail offering Vin Tanner a
Platinum Card at 5% interest and scarfed down the tuna fish that was there
in the small plastic dish. The owner of the Jeep was the most reliable for
leaving food. And the cat certainly didn't wish to offend him by not taking
advantage of the gift.
Finishing off the canned fish, Cuervo
made his way to a large black club-cab
Dodge Ram. The windows were tinted a smoky gray and the cat slid easily
through the open moon roof. He sniffed around the long black, leather
duster that lay folded on the back seat.
The coat was a recent addition, showing
up after the truck had returned from
a two-week absence. Cuervo was fascinated by the smell of the new leather
and spent a fair amount of time rubbing against the soft fabric, just so
that everyone would know who it really belonged to.
The small cat groomed himself slightly
before easing out of the truck and
past a Kawasaki Ninja EX500. Cuervo knew he had already missed the young
man who piloted the bike and figured he'd have to make sure to be back later
on in the day to get some of those head scratchies that the human doled out
Next to the lean motorcycle was the
most interesting of the cars in that
row. The beat-up Chevy pick-up could always be depended on for a plethora
of fascinating things to smell, play with and more often than not, snack on.
Cuervo knew that when the 'man of the head scratchies' came he would
inevitably be accompanied by the man with the mustache.
And although he was usually loud, he
always took time to give some affection
to the small cat.
Cuervo was especially proud of the
catnip mouse he had found in the truck
one morning and this day, like so many others before, he gripped the stuffed
rodent in his mouth and carried it to a brown and beige Ford Explorer a few
The human that drove this vehicle was
one of the most affectionate of the
hundreds of those that came through the garage. He had scored major points
with the cat the time he cleaned and bandaged a nasty cut the animal had
garnered in a fight.
It was to the Explorer that Cuervo
carried the mouse. He jumped easily onto
the hood and balanced carefully along the window edge of the front
passenger's door. The feline pulled himself through the quarter opened
window and deposited the stuffed gift squarely on the driver's seat before
hopping back out.
The grayish-black Suburban was next.
It always smelled of incense and
Cuervo usually sneezed once or twice when he visited, but like the Jeep,
there was usually good food to be found in the small wooden bowl that rested
on the floor in the very back of the large vehicle. Well, good except for
the time with the Tofu.
Cuervo's owner, John, ate the stuff
and the small cat learned early on to
stay away from the odd, firm mass.
But this morning it was pizza crust.
Thick and doughy. The best kind. The
large human with the deep voice would get an extra rub on the shin for this.
With his stomach full, the young cat
realized there was grooming to be done
and sleep to be pursued. He stole across the dusty cement floor and leapt
onto the hood of a jet black '94 Jaguar XJS coupe. The tabby left little
gray pawprints as he found the exact warmest spot on the front of the
This one always arrived last; consequently,
the heat from the high
performance engine still permeated through the metal of the hood and made
for a delicious spot to sleep. Plus, Cuervo did find a secret delight in
seeing how many tiny pawmarks he could get across the car.
It had become a challenge between him
and the owner. Every morning it would
show up gleaming and the small cat felt it necessary to dust the lustrous
canvas with his own unique signature.
He'd never been able to get into the
car. But through the deeply tinted
windows he'd seen the rich leather interior and now, after smelling the long
black leather coat that resided as of late in one of the trucks, the young
cat realized he'd have to find a way to stretch out on that back seat.
But till then he contented himself
with curling up on the polished hood and
dream of what that interior would feel like under his claws.