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Like Cats and Dogs: Episode 1
Published Apr 20, 2012


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Hi all :D

This is my first attempt at posting a story to the main site. My other stories are located in the forums in the Sims 2 Stories section.

Like Cats and Dogs began as a Soap Opera challenge there, but I felt it would be a good story to try my first foray into this area (this is also about my 5th time trying to upload this ^^; ).

I hope ya'll enjoy :D

Hi all :D

This is my first attempt at posting a story to the main site. My other stories are located in the forums in the Sims 2 Stories section.

Like Cats and Dogs began as a Soap Opera challenge there, but I felt it would be a good story to try my first foray into this area (this is also about my 5th time trying to upload this ^^; ).

I hope ya'll enjoy :D
Akita, the last of the Phideux family left his home in the bayou to make a new start in Pedigree. It’d taken most of the proceeds from the sale of his family’s swampy excuse for a farm to pay for everything.

Five generations of Phideux eeked out an existence on that bug infested muck hole. Farming had never been Akita’s thing though. He was the last of the Phideux, and it was high time to move on to bigger and better things.
As Akita walked up to the front door of his dream home, he checked his wallet. The last 20,000 simoleans needed to go towards some furniture and some food, at least until he found a job. Extras would have to wait.

The house itself was a bargain. Once it was probably a farm house surrounded by crops. Several updates later, it stood surrounded by empty plots waiting for new houses.
Akita’s old pickup truck brought him to Pedigree, and would have to hold out until he could afford something different. He sighed. At least it would be able to haul his garage sale and thrift shop finds back. That probably would be the only furniture he could afford right now. "It's all about the appearances," thought Abyssinian Katz as paced the front path of his spacious, yet empty manor. "At least that's what Mom and Dad used to say... and why they went bankrupt."

Chausie and Burmilla Katz were so caught up in appearances that they didn’t pay attention to their finances. By the time all the trappings of wealth were sold off after their death, there was enough for a funeral and for their son Abyssinian to move to this out of the way town where no one knew about the Katz family fall from prominence.
The house was a foreclosure. Outside it was gorgeous; inside the wall covering and flooring looked like construction leftovers. The builder ran out of funds and barely finished. Abyssinian Katz didn’t care. He wasn’t ready to start entertaining yet. If someone drove past, they would be impressed. With some “smart shopping,” the inside would too. Unfortunately, he’d have to get a job to survive. With the economy the way it was in Pedigree at the moment, it would probably be entry level. Whatever. He wouldn’t be at the bottom of the proverbial totem pole long. Thai Van Pelt wrinkled her nose in distaste. She had wanted to have her own place, but that was out of her budget. Her father had put all of his money into the stock market and lost every simolean. He died penniless a couple of years ago; her mother left when she was ten. Thai scraped together what she could and moved to Pedigree. The first month’s rent was all she could afford. Which is why when she met Coon Furr, new to Pedigree from some backwater farm, Thai asked Coon to be her roommate. Coon Furr arrived in Pedigree with stars in her eyes. Pedigree itself didn’t have the “bright lights/big city feel” that Coon was expecting, but it was bigger than her rural hometown. Coon’s parents had both died when she was young. Her widowed grandmother raised her. When her grandmother died, the old, decrepit farm house they lived in was divided up between Coon and a cousin. Coon was only too willing to sell her portion of the farm to her cousin. The money brought her to Pedigree.

Something about Thai didn't sit right with Coon. The woman didn’t have a clue as to what things cost. Instead of buying furniture, after paying the rent, Thai bought a used BMW. If she was going to buy a car, she could have at least put her money into something less expensive that didn’t have super expensive repair bills. Teachers’ aides and legal secretaries didn’t make that kind of money. Coon remembered her dear, departed Grammy teaching her how to stretch a simolean. The cheaper cuts of meat, cooked up right, could be just as tasty as the fancy stuff. Careful shopping at a resale shop could produce things just as nice as a fancy boutique at less than half the price. Coon hoped that maybe she could teach Thai a thing or two about thriftiness.

Thai didn’t care too much for Coon either. Some of the things her hick roomie wore reminded her of hand-me-downs. And why couldn’t they splurge once in a while on some lobster? Truth be told, though, it wasn’t that Thai didn’t like the way Coon tried to save money... it was that Coon was pretty enough to be competition.
Thai practically floated out of the car as her carpool dropped her in front of the apartment. From legal secretary to legal biller... it was still menial work, but it was a promotion and came with a bonus. After all that hard work she wanted... no.... NEEDED to celebrate. Partying alone is never fun. Unfortunately she hadn’t had the time to start meeting people around town. She only had one person who she could hang out with.

Coon’s rickety carpool clunked down the street and stopped in front of the apartment. Thai’s roommate leaped out. “I got promoted!” she shouted as she waved excitedly. “Substitute teacher!”

“That’s wonderful,” returned Thai, a false smile painted on her face. “I was promoted today too. How about we celebrate?”

“Can we afford that?”

“We’ve been counting simoleans for weeks. We deserve to treat ourselves.”
Coon allowed herself to be coerced into dinner at Bailey’s Pub. Thankfully the place wasn’t that expensive. When she saw Thai ordering the lime seared prawns, she decided to order something more budget-friendly. Rent would be due soon. Spending their entire bonuses right now would be foolish. Unfortunately, that was how Thai operated. Tuesday nights weren’t the best time to try and meet people at a pub. After eating, Thai convinced Coon to accompany her downtown to the Comandgo Emporium. Coon rolled her eyes as she watched her roommate browsing the racks of clothing. Shopping wasn’t something they couldn’t afford right now. Rather than getting upset, she walked to the other side of the shop where a lounge area provided a place for shoppers to rest and watch TV. Coon glanced at her watch. She might just catch a bit of the game on, if she was lucky. After a weekend of hitting every garage and estate sale in town and a day and a half of pounding the pavement looking for jobs, Akita needed a break. He was going to head home but his new friend Robin suggested he purchase a cell phone. “No sense in sitting around, waiting for a call,” Robin had told him when he and Rose Gardiner welcomed him to Pedigree. “You could be on the way to one interview and miss out on the chance of a lifetime.” Akita hated to lay out the simoleans, but Robin was probably right. In a place like Pedigree cell phones were lifelines.

Akita hadn’t quite landed an affordable television yet. Comandgo had a tv tuned to a game featuring the local minor league team. Hoping to catch a shot of Robin playing, Akita stopped for a quick look. “That batter needs to keep his eye on the ball,” drawled a feminine voice beside him. His heart skipped a beat.

“Well, much as I love baseball, I’m not that familiar with the local teams, ma’am,” he returned politely. “I’ve only been in Pedigree for a few days.”
“I haven’t got much time here on you. Only been here about two months myself.” Akita studied his fellow sports fan. Dark brown hair, warm brown eyes, and an accent that faintly reminded himself of home.

“Forgive me for forgetting my manners, ma’am. I’m Akita Phideux.” He held out his hand to her.

His heart did weird things as she accepted his hand and returned “Coon Furr.”

“A pleasure to meet you Miss Furr.”

“Likewise, Mr. Phideux.”

“Please, just call me Akita.”

“Then you can call me Coon. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to make sure my room mate isn’t wasting the last of our savings.” She gave him a soft smile and walked towards the other side of the side of the store. Akita watched her go.

“Oh Lordy....”
“Dress for the job you want, not for the job you have,” Grandmother Katz used to say. That was something Abyssinian took to heart. The same thing applied to life. If he went around dressed like a legal secretary, that’s all he’d ever be thought of. Dress like a successful attorney who’s off for the day, you’ll soon be there. Of course, Comandgo Emporium was a lower end store. Inexpensive yet trendy - that was what he needed. He’d spent most of his money on buying furniture wholesale. After passing himself off as an independent home decorator, the design studios opened up their doors to him. He had just enough money to buy a used Smoogo - that would have to be explained as a “loaner” while his real car was in the shop. The Smoogo was better than the trash heap his carpool head drove. Still, appearances counted and if he wanted to invite people over, at least the house looked presentable. Now he had to look equally so.

As he walked into Comandgo, two of the loveliest ladies he’d seen in a long time crossed his path. “Are you ready yet?” drawled the creamy skinned brunette to the darker red-head.

“I have to wait a few minutes while the clerk sees if he has the jacket in my size,” she returned. The brunette rolled her eyes and walked in the direction of the bathrooms, while the other went to sit in the lounge.

“Things are looking up,” thought Abyssinian as he watched the red-head.
“Sorry if I need a new skirt for work,” Thai muttered to herself. A woman shouldn’t deprive herself of a necessity. The clerk said it might take a few minutes. If it wasn’t in the stockroom, he would see if the skirt could be ordered. No sense in standing around though. Not when there was a comfortable sofa nearby.

“Hello,” said a voice nearby. Thai turned to see a rather dashing, debonair, well-dressed man giving her a once over.

“Well, hello yourself,” she returned in a sultry voice, looking him over appraisingly. “New to town?”

“A couple of weeks.” He held his hand out. “Abyssinan Katz.”

“Thai Van Pelt.” Her knees melted as he took her offered hand and kissed it.

“Well Thai, perhaps we will meet again very soon.” Abyssinian stepped away to browse the racks.
Her knees still feeling like jelly, Thai went over to the lounge. She recognized a man there from the garden club, but the handsome blond stranger was someone new. “Hello there,” she said, using a tone similar to the one she used on Abyssinian. The stranger turned, then nearly fell over himself.

“Howdy ma’am,” he drawled as he shook her hand. “I’m Akita Phideux.” From his accent, Thai guessed he was from some rural area, or perhaps the bayou. She couldn’t quite tell. But unlike her roommate’s accent, Akita’s made him sound particularly sexy. Or perhaps that was because he was incredibly hot.

“Thai Van Pelt,” she introduced herself for the second time. Akita, however, gave her offered hand a hearty shake instead of kissing her hand like Abyssinian did. Still, he had a rugged look that made her feel quivery. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
The paltry selection of clothes yielded only one outfit. Still, Abyssinian couldn’t afford much at the time. He paid and was about to take his purchase and go home when the attractive brunette came out of the restroom. Smiling, he introduced himself to her. Coon snatched her hand back before he could kiss it. Thai had been vibrant, upfront... Coon appeared soft and demure. He could see either of these ladies on his arm.

***

By the time Akita regained his composure from meeting Thai Van Pelt, the game ended with a loss for the local team. Akita sighed as he realized he’d have another long day of job hunting ahead of him. As he left the Comandgo Emporium, he saw Coon talking to some slick looking fellow. He felt a pang in his chest.

But it didn’t matter. Without a job, he could barely support himself, let alone a family. As his Paw-paw Shepherd Phideux used to say, no sense in putting the cart before the horse. Job first, then he could concentrate on looking for the love of his life.

If she existed.

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To be continued in the next episode of "Like Cats and Dogs"

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#1DianeHannaVIPApr 20, 2012

Wow! Your story looks great in this format. Nice to see these characters again.

#2fabrizioammolloMay 5, 2012

They are all very different person, with different stories and priorities. Will they find a good match?

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