Barry Howell
Barry’s tail swished across the countertop, “Just ruined an entire cake.” Barry stretched out, paws kneading the countertop and began licking the frosting from the tiny pixie, careful to avoid her wings with his rough tongue. Barry hummed to himself, tail swishing contently; Aubrey really did make the best icing. The feline moved on to the pixie’s fiery hair, hoping the impromptu groom session would suffice as an apology for the rough handling, only to come away sputtering, tongue covered in hair. Barry stumbled back on his haunches and frantically scrubbed at his maw. He quickly lost his balance and tumbled behind the counter. A pink and very human head popped up in the feline’s stead and continued sputtering, pulling thin red threads from his mouth. “Oh, ugh, never again. That was a horrible idea.”
Sasha’s mocking laughter could be heard from the kitchen where she disposed of the ruined cake and was beginning on another. Barry stuck his tongue out at the kitchen doorway and pulled another hair from his mouth. “Nah, it’s really not that big a deal, Sash is starting up another as we speak.” Glancing up, he noticed the large jackal standing next in line, Barry grinned, “Oh, hey, Jackie. We having the ush, today?”