Summary: A certain Cajun drops by to make puppy stew, only to find that another villain has already moved in. As unexpected as that was, it didn’t quite compare to the fact that Katz and Courage seem to have temporarily switched bodies. (Cajun x Courage, Cajun x Katz… sort of)
The Cajun Fox peered out of his hiding place at the sound of the old farmhouse’s door creaking open. The little pink dog stepped onto the porch, followed by a calico kitten. Bringing up the rear was a certain scarlet-furred businessman.
The Cajun had been waiting for this opportunity since he’d arrived earlier that morning. He’d originally planned to just sneak in and take the pup, but was surprised to find that another villain had already staked his claim. The pair had looked so cozy curled up on the queen-sized bed. It had taken all of the fox’s willpower to resist the urge to join them. Only the chilling fact that Katz would attempt to feed him his own heart kept the Cajun at a distance.
Finding out about the multi-colored kitten had almost changed his mind, but very little could deter him from thoughts of puppy stew. The cats would have to leave sometime, then the mutt would be vulnerable for the taking.
The Cajun returned his attention to the pair on the porch. The dog was glaring at the old pickup truck parked nearby, while the kitten double-checked his backpack. A movement from the doorway caused Courage to spin around and focus his attention on the crimson feline behind him.
The fox narrowed his eyes behind his sunglasses as he noticed the strange behavior Katz was exhibiting. The ruthless businessman was fiddling nervously with the buttons of his white shirt, his golden eyes darting from the dog to the truck, then back to the dog, then to his own paws. The Cajun could just barely overhear the conversation taking place, and what a delicious exchange it was.
“There’s nothing else that can be done about this unfortunate turn of events. I will drop Precious off at his playdate, and pick him up when I’ve settled the situation at the motel. Until then, YOU will not leave the farm.” The mutt rubbed his chin, and muttered, “I’d prefer if you stayed in the house entirely, but that is not likely to happen.”
Katz hunched over under the dog’s gaze. “I promise not to leave the farm.”
“Good. I will return soon, dear boy, and we can figure out how to reverse this – predicament. For now, focus on NOT ruining my reputation, Courage,” the dog stated firmly, receiving a rapid nod of assertion from the lithe feline.
As the truck drove away, the Cajun couldn’t help chuckling in amusement at the sight of Katz, feared villain and businessman, waving pleasantly after the vehicle with a goofy smile on his normally stoic face. Puppy stew could wait; this was too delicious not to take advantage of.
Courage picked up Muriel’s special basket, and opened the back door. All thoughts of egg harvesting fled his mind when he came nose to nose with a familiar cannibal.