The Broken Brooch (1) – Featuring Tux from Superheroes Get Hungry, Too

Until recently my life was very simple. I live with a woman who loves me. I have a roof over my head. The food could be better, but I know more than a few places where the eating is good. I come and go as I please and every now and then, there is a big commotion when I bring home a gift. This whole mess started when I was looking for one of those gifts. I had met a real sweetheart and was planning on taking one of my recent acquisitions to her.

The old lady came by the couch and gave me a quick peck. I looked up at her and watched as she grabbed her keys and headed out the door. I waited for the engine to start.

It stopped.

“I forgot my purse,” she flung the door open.

She shouldered the bag and winked at me, “Try not to miss me terribly.” She cooed as she sped out again.

A few moments later and she was off, and so was I.

Like I said, I have free reign, but there is such a thing as discretion and I firmly believe in it. I stretched and got off the couch. As I approach the bedroom, I wondered where she would have stashed my gift. The funny thing is, despite the fact that I would bring her things now and then she would never keep them around for too long. Once she quieted down and took them away, I never saw them again. I couldn’t smell them.

I leapt onto the nightstand and pushed the door to her jewelry chest. It parted halfway. Not a whiff of what I was looking for.

What is she doing with all the gifts I’ve gotten her?! I unsheathed my claws and thrust my paw into the chest hoping to find-



The fur on my tail stood fully on end. Something in that box was trying to take a bite out of me and I was not going to stick around to find out what it was. Instinctively, I twisted away and dove from the dresser. My tail whirled, putting me at just the right angle to make a graceful landing.


I scampered under the bed and nestled myself in the corner. I had no escape route and if this thing was coming for me, there would be another gift waiting for the old lady when she got back home!

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