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Just a little break from story telling (donât worry, the Bisou clan and most importantly Mr. Business arenât going anywhere) but I wanted to test out being a vet, and I figured why not make a nerd a sim to test? Meet Piper Page (known to her friends in high school as Pepper because of her hair and her sass) who prefers the company of animals to people and aspires to become a vet in her rural hometown coastal village. Also she is hopelessly in love with rescuing the unwanted pets in town, so thereâs that.
Captains Log, Paw Date Meowvember 13th Today I have made a series of startling discoveries about Mother; I shall explain these discoveries in order from the most exciting to the most vexing, as this seems to be the closest to chronological order. This morning after refilling my bowl, Mother produced a small, metal tube from her pocket; what happened next truly shocked me to my very core. Seemingly from thin air, Mother produced a glowing butterfly which danced along the floor up the walls before my very eyes. It had no smell, made no sound, and most curiously no matter how I pounced or cornered the infernal beast it was incapable of capture. After wearing myself ragged I lay panting on the floor and it taunted me with itâs willowy wings, until at last it vanished entirely and Mother asked if I had fun. Â
âFun?!â I cried, âThe damned thing is a paradox!â
Mother babbled inanely at me, cooing and rubbing me behind the ears; insufferably infantile though the gesture was, I decided to abstain from biting her, as I was truly tired, and fell into a deep, if traumatized, sleep.
âMotherâ is in her middle years, what I can only assume to be possibly between the ages of six and seven (although it seems that humans age differently than the superior feline, of which I am a part). Regardless, she seems to be rather simple as humans generally are want to be, but I am comfortably appointed with toys and a large, readily stocked bowl of food. It is not the wet variety, however, so I chose to stick up my nose with displeasure, and will wait until the human has retired to bed to have my fill, thus impressing upon her the nature of my hunger strike.
I find my bed to be sufficient, although if I am to be honest with myself, it could be slightly larger and far more plump. Mother seems to have taken the larger bed for herself, an oversight I am sure, and so I will rectify the situation when I grow weary and will supplant my bottom on the quilted mattress accordingly.
The throne on which I poop has pleased me thus far; Mother is quick to remove the refuse but to what end I am not sure. Perhaps she is just that enamored with me, so to keep her within my thrall perhaps, when she has done a good job, I shall offer her more poops than usual. This will undoubtably make her pleased; sometimes I startle myself with my own generosity of spirit.
Captains Log, Paw Date Meowvember 12..
I, Reginald Thomas Begginsworth III Esquire, referred to humiliatingly by my human captors as âMr. Businessâ have been transported in the Indignity Chamber for what I hope to be the final time. It seems this holding cell is much more comfortably appointed than that âPoundâ in which I had previously been held against my will.
The older woman who watched over me as an infant seems relieved to be rid of me, and suffice it to say the feeling is mutual; I am to refer to my new guardian as âMotherâ.
The next day shortly after Caleb left for work, the door bell chimed and Audrey greeted her mother who, true to form, was dressed to the nines in one of her staple fur coat outfits. Ruth: Darling you look positively glowing! Come here and give your mother a hug! Audrey: Thanks for doing this mom, I donât know what weâd do without you- Suddenly the sound of tiny fervent footsteps coming down the hall broke the reverie and little London stood on her tip toes, waving excitedly.
London: Mee-maw! MEE-MAW! Ruth: Well my my, this CANâT be my little London! When I last saw your picture, you were only about as big as a sack of potatoes! London: *laughs hysterically* Po-taaaay-toe! Ruth: *wiggles her eyebrows* What can I say, Iâve got a way with kids. Well, Iâll bring my bags in, and then what do you say to settling down for some milk and graham crackers with your olâ Mee-maw miss London? London: *claps her hands* Grammy Crackers!
Audrey: Iâm expecting, Caleb. Caleb: Oh honey, thatâs wonderful! Why were you so worried about telling me? Audrey: Between our jobs and the twins, I just didnât know how we would manage, we can hardly afford a live in butler but... I did have a suggestion if you donât mind hearing it. Caleb: Consider me corn, Iâm all ears! Audrey: :| Caleb: ...geddit I said cons- Audrey: ANYHOW, I told mom before I told you, to try to figure out how to explain things and well... sheâs âofferedâ to come live with us, free of charge, to look after the kids while we work. Caleb: I take it from the air quotes around âofferedâ that this isnât something we can negotiate. Audrey: Iâm sorry. Caleb: Why? Iâve always wanted to meet Ruth but she was all the way on the other side of the country at that retirement community in Bisimcane Bay. The more the merrier! Audrey: I think maybe you should wait on the unreserved affection until after you meet mother sheâs... unique.
Caleb: I know that look... Audrey: W-what look? You... you must be imagining things! Caleb: Come on Audrey, youâve been hiding something for a week or so now... I can always tell. Whatâs up? Audrey: I know, I canât lie to you, and itâs just... the girls are so little I donât know... how to say this exactly... Caleb: You can tell me anything love-bug. Audrey: ...the truth of it is-
As Wren and London grew, so too did their outsized personalities; Wren was studious but independent, preferring to spend her days studying blic-bloc-baby and the like. London was interested in the simtube toddler series, but preferred to spend her time chattering with mom and Dad; and when they were gone, she became fairly inconsolable with her nanny.
We take a break from our regularly scheduled Bisou-Bisou to bring you a special news bulletin; please be advised the previously scheduled family is on (indefinite) hiatus until such point as I have exhausted my love of Brindleton Bay. The Bum Bum gameplay commences soon!