Frank is a friend of carnivorous pets. Not only does he throw them his food, if they keep asking, but he also puts his dishes on his head so they can lick his hair later.
My parents’ old cat is dying from a liver tumor. My Dad will be upset - she’s his constant companion. Mom says they’ll go to the shelter and get him a new cat as much like the old one as possible. They’re not allowed to have a new cat, only the one they moved in with, but only the cleaning lady will know the difference (if that) and Mom says they’ll bribe her ;-).
Not that the cleaning lady would want to deprive an Alzheimer’s patient of a cat ... and Mom and Dad are always very polite to the employees, even ones who don’t dust successfully.
“but he also puts his dishes on his head so they can lick his hair later.”
Uh oh.
Micheals McIvers was having a bad day.
It was, by merit of the draw, his turn to feed the dragonspawn today.
But first he had to entice them to the dish.
Donning his protective gear, which didn’t actually help much, he slathered himself in a marinade smelling paste before taking his position by the door.
“Runner, are you ready?” the voice asked.
No, they were never ready.
Who could be ready for multi-ton scaled lizards that would chase you all while hissing in an attempt to catch and eat your succulent delicious meats of meatiness?
He shook his head, then got ready.
The door snapped open quicker than the eye could see, this was to give the runner a slightly better chance to get out the door before the draonspawn noticed the door was opening.
Scratches, claws marks, scorches, and bloodstains marked the result of an attempt to ‘sneak’ the door open slowly.
Micheals pushed off and began his dash to the large food dish.
Instantly he had the attentions of all the dragonspawn in the pen.
Onward they rushed, clambering over each other in a frenzied excitement to get the fascinating food thing that was running around in their home.
Micheals wondered just how much time had passed when the largest of the spawnlings landed behind him, nostrils almost up against his back.
A clawed foot slapped across his back, the nails made a slight ringing sound on the armorweave, and almost disrupted his stride!
The air abuzz with converging noises of large reptilian hunger was almost too much.
He only had to make it a few more feet!
He made a credible sprinting dive into the dish, sliding down the side and almost to safety!
The crew hatch opened in the bottom just in time for him to reach it.
The food tumbled down the sides of the dish behind him as he cleared the hatch.
He shivered as he heard the angered howls just on the other side of two inches of hypersteel keeping him from being dragon food.
And people wondered why he was a dragon keeper.