Jack was not sure how she had managed the home before Nemo. Sure, he made most of the mess, had brought another animal into the fray, and he was constantly tearing the house apart, but somehow, it had been easier to maintain the petting zoo they ran when he was around. Perhaps he was simply motivation, or good moral support. Whatever it was, she sorely missed it now. She had been working a lot, adjusting to her new schedule as a Beater for her favorite team, and when she was home, she was too sore to do much.
Today, however, she had a day off. For once. Naturally, though, Jack would not be allowed the luxury of catching up on the ever-elusive entity of sleep. She had awoken early, unfortunately, because her feet felt damp. On inspecting, she realized that Mongo, the ottoman that had convinced himself he was a cocker spaniel, had eaten the socks right off of her feet, and had been licking any traces off of them until she had awoken. He waved his blue striped body innocently, before scampering out. Evidently, his purpose had been fulfilled.
"Jerk," she mumbled.
Resigned to her fate, Jack took one of her record-breaking short showers and dressed for the day in her usual plain shirt, jeans, crummy sneakers attire. She quickly set about feeding the critters that had begun running her life. A hearty bowl of kibble and bits for Elliot, with a side of raw meat; she refilled the Jarveys bowl with dry ferret food, for there was such a thing; and she threw Mongo some very ugly argyle stockings, because, apparently, he socks had just been a warm up for his real breakfast. He settled to gnaw happily on them and Jack began to prepare her food, pulling on a jacket in preparation for the chores she had to do outdoors.
Typically, Fred and Weasel got along. In fact, they usually ganged up on the humans and ottomans in the house; only Elliot seemed to manage to keep them in line. However, on occasion, they battled amongst each other. Usually it was when they both attempted to get the last bite of food in their bowl. Today, this happened again. The Jarveys began wrestling when Weasel threw Fred towards Mongo. The white Jarvey spitefully grabbed Mongo's socks from him and ran off, skidding around the corner and into the hallway. Mongo immediately chased after, and Weasel tailed behind, cackling gleefully.
It was all fine until Jack heard the crash- they had torn right through the screen door. Again. Jack slammed down the box of frozen waffles and immediately took chase, grabbing a boot stuffed with extra socks, following them out the side screen door and into the front yard, neighbors be damned, yelling at the flurry of fur and cushions, "Damn it, you idiots, there's enough socks to go around!" as she wielded the boot.