Title: Cats And Dogs
Author: kbk
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, I make no money from this.
Notes: Just a random short that happened in half an hour. I'd forgotten, when I wrote this, that Blair's spirit animal was a wolf, which makes this even more fitting.

Jim never had a puppy, but he knew kids that did. And there's one particular mutt he can't help recalling as he watches Blair duck his head and look up entreatingly. It had huge floppy ears - some kind of spaniel, probably - and would go running up to every stranger it saw. Bounciest, friendliest creature in the world. Ran out into traffic. But Blair's too smart to do that - well, most days.

Jim cracks a grin at that, and Blair immediately brightens. His entire attitude is that of an eager little puppy who was worried he'd pissed on the Rottweiler's territory and has now found out that the alpha doesn't mind at all. He bounces off to sort out the detritus of his day, and Jim watches him go.

Carolyn had been like... a greyhound, perhaps. No, that wasn't it. The Siamese cats that an elderly aunt had adored, that would stalk around the house all elegance and grace and utter disdain for anything the young Jim tried in order to befriend them. Huh. Jim had never really been a cat person.

And there's probably something deeply sick and wrong about thinking in these terms, especially when it makes Jim ruffle his friend's hair with a murmured, "Good boy," as Blair settles on the floor and leans back against the sofa. But Blair presses into the touch, and the pair of them simply relax for a while, and it's perfect.

Still, Jim's never going to tell Blair where the name "Chief" came from.