Lord Tubbington took one last puff of his cigarette and then put it out in the dirt next to the old tree stump he was resting on. Around the corner of the barn he could see the old red farmhouse and past that a long field of shaggy, unkempt grass. “Perfect for hunting mice” he thought. Of course his next thought was how ridiculous of an idea it was that he would be hunting anything. The truth was, Brittany gave him as much tuna and fondue as he could ever want and his hunting for food days were long gone.
Still, his tummy was starting to grumble. And that made LordTubbington grumble as well. “Stupid wedding.” Of course he didn’t really think
that. He was very happy for
and Santana, but he was in a foul mood
after being told he couldn’t smoke inside. Also, he was a bit annoyed that Brittany wouldn’t let
the wedding be catered by Arby’s as he had suggested.
Through the large open window he could hear everyone at the
wedding clapping. With a sigh he crawled down off of the stump and decided to
go back in and make nice. But as he turned to head back to the barn door something
white caught his eye. With his whiskers twitching and his ears pointed straight
forward he quickly located at first one and then several flutters of white just
around the corner of the barn near the window. Doves! “Well,” thought Lord Tubbington, “who says my
hunting days are over?” Then he moved quickly and quietly to the
barn and peeked around the corner. “I believe it’s lunch time.”
Lord Tubbington instinctively crouched low. He was going to
go for the closest dove first and then any others that he could get before they
all flew away. His tail flicked and his
rear wiggled as he prepared to spring into action. “Wait for it…wait for it…”
Then Lord Tubbington pounced. At least he tried to. However, he
had unexpectedly encountered an empty Mr. Submarine bag that was blowing through
the yard just at that moment. The surprised meow and crinkling sound of a 25
pound cat getting tripped up by a paper bag was enough to make all of the doves
shoot off in one single flight.
I have this headcanon of future Brittana where San is sitting on the floor playing with their son and Britt moves Lord Tubbington out of the room because she’s afraid he’ll be a bad influence on their child. #brittana #lord tubbington