Fic: Never Cry Werewolf
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rusty_armourTitle: Never Cry Werewolf
Author: Rusty Armour
Summary: As is so often the case in September, a mysterious threat is, uh, threatening to threaten
rusty_armour ’s apartment. Again. Uh, apparently I’m incapable of generating new plots, but recycling is good – for the environment, anyway. *g* Category: Gen with just the lightest touch of slash. And Action Figure fic, of course. Crossover of Teen Wolf, Enterprise, Stargate Atlantis, Doctor Who (sort of), Primeval (sort of) and Sherlock Holmes.
Rating: Pretty much gen.
Spoilers: Possibly some very minor ones in terms of Sherlock Holmes and Star Trek canon. Oh, and The Forsyte Saga.
Disclaimer: With a few exceptions, these characters aren’t mine. They’re owned by smarter, richer people. It’s totally not worth it to sue me. I’m just an editor.
Notes: Here’s my annual offering for
jackycomelately’s birthday. I’m posting it more than a week early because I’ll be away on jackycomelately’s special day. I’m not sure if this is up to my usual standard of lunacy, but I hope the birthday girl will still manage to get something out of it. 
T’Pol eyed McKay coldly from the Captain’s chair. “As I have pointed out several times, Dr. McKay, you are already in a relationship. This...coquetry is highly inappropriate.”
McKay sighed dreamily and leaned against the bridge railing. “God, I love it when you use big words. Say something else, but in Vulcan this time.”
He is more tenacious than a sehlat, T’Pol thought. “Dr. McKay...”
“Yes, yes, I know,” McKay snapped impatiently, “but as I’ve pointed out several times, this is just a bit of harmless ‘coquetry’. It isn’t serious.”
“Colonel Sheppard does not seem to agree with you,” T’Pol said. “He lunged at me the last time he saw us together.”
McKay waved aside T’Pol’s argument with a flick of his hand. “I knew you could handle the situation. Besides, I wanted to see a Vulcan nerve pinch up close.”
T’Pol tilted her head at McKay curiously. “Do you wish to end your relationship with Colonel Sheppard? Is that why you keep trying to make him jealous?”
“No, of course not!” McKay cried. “I love John!”
“Then why do you persist in – ”
“I can’t help it. I’ve always been drawn to extremely intelligent women with short hair. Okay, yes. There is a physical attraction, but most of it is cerebral. In this instance, it’s about 97% cerebral.”
T’Pol raised an eyebrow, looking almost amused – for a Vulcan. “Only 97%?”
“Believe me, it would be lower if you were blond. Probably only 90%.” McKay shook his head in chagrin. “ If
rusty_armour wasn’t so cheap and lazy, I could be flirting with Colonel Samantha Carter. However, instead of investing in a Colonel Samantha Carter action figure, she bought you off a Polaris dealer for $5.” 
T’Pol bristled, unable to contain her anger. Then she stood and made to leave the bridge.
McKay’s eyes widened in alarm. “I’m sorry! That-that didn’t come out the way it was supposed to!”
T’Pol paused, regarding McKay frostily. “You were trying to insult me another way?”
“Yes! I mean, no! I-I-I wasn’t trying to insult you at all. It just sort of came out sounding like an insult.” McKay placed a hand on T’Pol’s arm. “Please don’t go. I was hoping to have another discussion on string theory. I find it so exhilarating when you deride me…No, no! You can’t leave. Archer left you in command of the bridge, remember?”
T’Pol shook off McKay’s hand, but didn’t move any further. “Yes. It was most unusual. The Captain left in the middle of his shift for no apparent reason…” T’Pol trailed off when she saw McKay fighting to keep a straight face. “Where did he go?” She looked around the bridge, her eyes narrowing. “Where did everyone go?”
“
rusty_armour put on The Forsyte Saga.” T’Pol swayed and had to sit down again. “The Forsyte Saga is over ten hours long.”
McKay rubbed his hands gleefully. “I know!”
T’Pol glared at McKay. “Do you not wish to see it?”
McKay shook his head vehemently. “I can’t. Not again. Rupert Graves cries too much. And-and every time those big brown eyes well up with tears…” McKay sniffed and turned away from T’Pol for an instant. It was then that T’Pol swore – loudly and in Vulcan.
“Oooooh!”
rusty_armour said. “Could you spell that for me and give me a translation?” 
The Captain’s chair swivelled sharply as T’Pol turned to face
rusty_armour, who was sitting in front of her computer. “Have I offended you in some way? Is that why you are punishing me?” rusty_armour laughed. “Oh, this isn’t about you. I was just setting the story in motion.” T’Pol’s forehead creased. “Story?”
“Yeah,
jackycomelately’s birthday fic. I thought I’d open the story with you and McKay alone on the bridge. That’s why I put on The Forsyte Saga.” “I am surprised that you are not rewatching it,” T’Pol said. “I was under the impression that you were obsessed with Rupert Graves.”
rusty_armour bit her lip. “Yes, well, I-I can’t rewatch it. Not yet.” McKay spun around. “It’s Part Nine, isn’t it?”
“YES!”
rusty_armour wailed. McKay nodded. “Yeah, I thought it was Part Nine. You cried a lot.”
“Me? I could hear you bawling from across the room!”
“Oh, really? Well – ”
“Is this part of
jackycomelately’s birthday fic?” T’Pol asked. “If it is then I would say it is a very poor gift, indeed.” rusty_armour blushed. “Uh, no. We got a bit off track there. Sorry.” “Then, perhaps we should establish where the story should be at this juncture.”
“Yeah, okay. Right. Well, you and McKay exchange witty banter for a bit – ”
“If such discourse is required, K-9 would be preferable,” T’Pol said. “I usually seek out K-9 if I require an intelligent conversation.”
McKay rolled his eyes. “Ha frickin’ ha.”
“I was being serious, Dr. McKay.”
“Yeah, I was afraid of that.” McKay massaged the bridge of his nose. “Is the witty banter over yet?”
“It will be once T’Pol notices that something is amiss,”
rusty_armour said. 
McKay tilted his head quizzically. “Amiss?”
T’Pol sat bolt upright in the Captain’s chair or, rather, more bolt upright than was usual for her. “Dr. McKay, how many dogs are usually in this apartment?”
“Too many considering that
rusty_armour is supposed to be a cat person. Why?” “A precise number would be very much appreciated, Dr. McKay.” T’Pol was staring fixedly at the group of canines gathered in front of the Sherlockiana section – something that surprised McKay so much that he furnished her with an answer without further argument.
“Well, there’s Lester!dog, of course, and Kiki and Aramis,” McKay said. “Oh, and then there’s Snoopy Sherlock and Herne Dog. If you count robotic dogs then K-9 brings the total to six.”
“Then why am I counting seven?” T’Pol asked.
“Look more closely,” T’Pol said.
McKay did look more closely, starting in alarm when he observed what T’Pol had seen. “Th-th-that’s not a dog. It l-looks like a werewolf!” He backpedalled wildly, bumping into the Captain’s chair. Then he was climbing into T’Pol’s lap and clinging to her desperately.
“Get off me, Dr. McKay.”
McKay whimpered and held on more tightly. “I don’t think I can. I – OWW!” He leapt off of T’Pol, rubbing his neck gingerly.
T’Pol stared at McKay, utterly baffled. “Why are you not…? Why did that not…?” Her eyes dropped to her hand as if it had betrayed her.
“Sorry, but a Vulcan nerve pinch would have messed up my plot,”
rusty_armour said. “I need McKay to stay conscious. He’s important to the story.” McKay gave
rusty_armour a crooked grin. “Because of my massive intellect?” “No, for comic relief.”
McKay huffed indignantly, but T’Pol jumped in before he could speak. “We need to make contact with the werewolf and establish whether it is a threat.”
“By doing research on the internet?” McKay asked hopefully.
“No, we need to go down there.”
McKay squeaked in protest. “But-but-but – ”
“Need a lift?” Giant Hand had appeared and was hovering in front of them.
“It is gone,” T’Pol said, sounding almost disappointed.
McKay didn’t even attempt to hide his relief. “Oh, well. It was worth a try.”
T’Pol immediately burst McKay’s bubble. “We will need to track it.”
“Perhaps I might be of assistance, dear lady,” a voice said from above them.
“Giant Radioactive Sherlock Holmes!” McKay cried.
Giant Radioactive Sherlock Holmes inclined his head. “Indeed. I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation, Doctor. Are you quite certain that it is a werewolf? In my experience, there is usually a more rational explanation for that which appears to be irrational. For instance, might it not, instead, be a gigantic hound?”
McKay and T’Pol both rolled their eyes. Of course Giant Radioactive Sherlock Holmes would think it was a gigantic hound. He was obsessed with gigantic hounds.
rusty_armour’s bed. It would appear to be watching us.” 
“Good heavens!” Giant Radioactive Sherlock Holmes exclaimed. And not just because McKay chose that moment to leap into his arms. Hoping he had imagined it, Giant Radioactive Sherlock Holmes glanced towards the bed again then shuddered. It was worse than anything he could have ever imagined, with or without cocaine. “I think I had better find Watson and ask him to conduct some research on the subject.”
McKay raised his eyebrows in surprise. “You have a Watson?”
“Yes, I just recruited him. Watson! Come here a moment, won’t you, my good fellow? Ah, there’s a good chap.”
McKay and T’Pol gaped at Watson, stunned.
“Well, it was here in the flat and, as it wasn’t doing much other than chewing on a plant, I thought I’d find some other means for it to occupy its time.” Giant Radioactive Sherlock Holmes patted the marmot’s shoulder in an almost affectionate manner. “As a good Watson is a rare find then what better candidate could there be than an animal that is equally rare?”
McKay grimaced. “That actually makes sense – in an extremely bizarre kind of way.”
“But your Watson is just an animal,” T’Pol said. “It cannot speak and it certainly cannot conduct research for you.”
Giant Radioactive Sherlock Holmes smiled. “My Watson is an excellent listener. As for the research, I was just employing that as a convenient excuse to make a hasty departure.”
“Departure?” T’Pol asked, but Giant Radioactive Sherlock Holmes and Watson were already walking away.
McKay opened his mouth to hurl an insult at their backs then froze. “Oh, no.”
Sheppard was striding towards them, looking furious. “I thought I told you to stay away from him, you hussy. Get your own astrophysicist. This one’s – ”
T’Pol pulled out her phase pistol and fired.
“T’Pol!” McKay shouted. He ran towards Sheppard, kneeling beside his prone body anxiously. “John? John, are you okay?”
“The phase pistol was set to stun,” T’Pol said. “He will recover shortly.”
McKay turned to T’Pol in fury. “Why?”
“I did not have time for an argument or another session of hand-to-hand combat. Stunning Colonel Sheppard seemed like the most logical choice.” T’Pol began heading towards
rusty_armour’s bed – the place where the werewolf had last been spotted. McKay sighed and reluctantly followed. They had only made it about half way when a teenaged boy rushed out. His eyes widened when he saw the phase pistol in T’Pol’s hand.
“No, don’t kill him! I know he looks like something out of a horror film, but I can get him to transform back into a human again once I’m able to calm him down.”
“You know this werewolf, then?” T’Pol asked. “He is an adolescent like you?”
“Well, I’m obviously a lot cooler than Scott, but, yeah, he’s an ‘adolescent’ like me. Scott’s my best friend.” The teenager extended his hand to T’Pol. “Stiles.”
T’Pol shook Stiles’s hand. “I am Sub-Commander T’Pol and this is Dr. Rodney McKay. We do not wish to harm your friend, but we cannot allow him to hurt anyone either.”
Stiles nodded. “I get that, but if I can get Scott to chill then everything will be okay. He’ll change back and we’ll get out of here.”
“How did you end up here in the first place?” McKay asked.
Stiles ducked his head sheepishly. “You’re not going to believe this, but there was this, uh, portal that, like, appeared out of nowhere and – ”
“You and wolf boy stepped through it,” McKay said. “No, unfortunately, I do believe it.”
“Oh, uh, okay.”
“Where is the portal? I want to see it.”
“Yes,” T’Pol said. “I would very much like to see it as well.”
Stiles ducked his head again, scratching the back of his neck this time. “Uh,
rusty_armour said I couldn’t show it to you because she forgot to make it.” McKay scowled and crossed his arms. “Well, couldn’t she make one out of some aluminum foil or something?”
“She said the story could fade to black before the portal is revealed – that or she would just have the Doctor take us back in the TARDIS.” Stiles shrugged. “Apparently, it doesn’t really matter anyway as we’re just going to end up in her recycling bin...Wait a minute! WHAT?”
“Perhaps it would be best if we were to find your friend first and then consider travel arrangements,” T’Pol said.
“But the recycling bin?”
McKay patted Stiles on the back. “Look on the bright side: it could be the garbage.”
McKay and T’Pol travelled through the rest of the apartment, a miserable Stiles trailing behind them. When they reached the glider, they almost missed him as he was hiding behind Metis the owl. Fortunately, T’Pol thought to look up and was able to spot the werewolf with her sharp eyes.
“So, how were you planning to calm down your friend?” McKay asked.
Stiles bit his lip. “I don’t know. I haven’t thought that far ahead yet.”
McKay shut his eyes. “Great.”
“
rusty_armour has a lot of music,” T’Pol said. “Would that calm your friend?” McKay shook his head. “I don’t think Clannad and Enya are going to cut it somehow. Not for a teen wolf.” His gaze returned to the glider and he was lost in thought for a minute. Then his eyes went wide and he snapped his fingers. “The tribble! The tribble would calm him down!”
T’Pol’s forehead creased. “Tribble?”
“It’s a ball of fur that kinda, like, purrs and vibrates,” Stiles said.
“You mean a cat.”
“No, tribbles don’t have whiskers and claws. They’re just fur.” McKay was staring at T’Pol in disbelief. “How can you not know what a tribble is? You’re on Star Trek, for crying out loud.”
Now T’Pol looked even more confused. “Star what?”
McKay smacked his forehead. “Of course. It was the later Enterprise that first encountered Tribbles. You were around at least a hundred years before that…”
“Dude, do you think you could explain this to her later?” Stiles asked. “I want to get Scott back and see if we can hitch a ride with the Doctor before
rusty_armour tosses us into recycling.” “Unfortunately, we have to find the tribble first,” McKay said. “It has a habit of rolling off of things and landing on the floor. Now, I wonder where the little fellow could be…?”
“Must I do everything?” Giant Hand flew past, reaching under the blanket box to retrieve the tribble. Then she grabbed the snarling werewolf as well. “Oww! That mutt gave me a paper cut!” Giant Hand set the werewolf down a little less gently than she should have and took off to nurse her wound.
The werewolf glared at the tribble, and both McKay and Stiles feared that he might give the tribble a paper cut too. However, as the tribble chirped and cooed, the werewolf seemed to relax, the anger seeping out of him. A few minutes later, a regular teenaged boy (with serious hair product) was standing before them, looking baffled and disoriented.
“Oh… Did I, uh…?”
“Yeah, you did, but no one got hurt,” Stiles said. “Well, there was an incident just now involving a paper cut, but I think the party in question will live.” He leaned on Scott’s shoulder. Scott crossed his arms, but made no effort to shove Stiles off. For a moment, everyone stood in companionable silence. Then the lights went off.
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Date: 2012-09-14 03:01 am (UTC)T’Pol is so McKay's type. Although John really should know better. They never reciprocate.
Oooooh!” rusty_armour said. “Could you spell that for me and give me a translation?”
Good idea! Do you know how much you could get on E-Bay for genuine Vulcan vocabulary? Many Klingon dollars!
T’Pol really did not look impressed with her $5 price tag!
Love the reference to you being a cat person. You know you do own a suspiciously large number of toy dogs... Okay having Scott appear among them was hilariously clever. I don't know if I like that twist better or the first appearance of Stiles with his hand out. Any minute now one of my neighbours is going to start pounding on the wall in protest from the amount of noise I'm making.
Recycling bin! Oh noes!
Love the shots of Scott hiding behind things. In particular Scott's head peeking out behind the leg is too amusing!
Scott would totally love a tribble! Particularly since cats don't like him any more.
Giant Hand! You know how I love Giant Hand! Hee to the paper cut! I hope you didn't actually spill blood for my birthday!
Great dialogue for Stiles! I think you did a great job on his voice and you really captured Scott's good-natured incoherence :) Awww...love the last cutout! So sweet!
I demand a "behind the scenes making of" DVD commentary! Or, you know, you could just explain how you did it :) Did you photoshop or take a photo of your screen with a cutout on it after taking the photographs or what?
Thank you very much! I love it!
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Date: 2012-09-14 04:02 am (UTC)Oh! My! God! That's brilliant! I was sitting here cranky and cross before I read it. I howled every time a new paper cutout appeared.
I'm so happy this gave you a laugh, especially if you were feeling all cranky and cross before you read it. I was afraid you might be disappointed as the story is shorter this year and seems to have a smaller scope. However, if the paper cutouts amused you then I guess I did something right. *g*
How ever did you think of that?
It was actually an idea I came up with last year for the Fall Out Boy fic. I had originally planned to use paper cutouts for Patrick Stump and the other band members, but then I either got lazy or ran out of time. I can remember. This year, I was a bit more organized and found pictures ahead of time to use as cutouts. I think the cutouts were ready at least a week before I even started writing the story. *g*
T’Pol is so McKay's type.
I'm glad you agree about T'Pol being McKay's type. He seems to be hopelessly drawn to really intelligent women. He also seems to relish a challenge.
Although John really should know better. They never reciprocate.
I know. You'd think John would have learned that by now. Besides, it's just flirting. I think it's pretty obvious that he's the real love of McKay's life.
Oooooh!” rusty_armour said. “Could you spell that for me and give me a translation?”
Good idea! Do you know how much you could get on E-Bay for genuine Vulcan vocabulary? Many Klingon dollars!
I KNOW! You could make a mint! Oh, if only McKay hadn't made that crack about T'Pol being purchased for $5. *sigh*
T’Pol really did not look impressed with her $5 price tag!
The sad thing is that I did pay $5 for her at Polaris...
Love the reference to you being a cat person. You know you do own a suspiciously large number of toy dogs...
I threw that in because it's an observation I made myself about a month ago when I was putting out my action figures in preparation for my mom's visit. The dogs had all ended up together and I was curious to see whether my mom would notice. Sure enough, she did. In fact, she tried to talk me into getting some more cat action figures to balance out all the dogs. *g*
Okay having Scott appear among them was hilariously clever. I don't know if I like that twist better or the first appearance of Stiles with his hand out.
I'm glad both of those images worked out okay. As soon as I saw that one shot of Stiles (or, rather, the actor who plays him), I had to use it. It was too perfect not to.
Any minute now one of my neighbours is going to start pounding on the wall in protest from the amount of noise I'm making.
You're too kind! I really am happy this story gave you a laugh. :-D
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Date: 2012-09-14 04:03 am (UTC)Yeah, I debated whether that was too dark for this story then kept it in anyway. *g*
Love the shots of Scott hiding behind things. In particular Scott's head peeking out behind the leg is too amusing!
I didn't know if those shots would be funny or not, so I'm glad you found them amusing. :-) The one with Scott's head peeking out behind the leg turned out surprisingly well. It probably helps that it was one of the better printouts. *g*
Scott would totally love a tribble! Particularly since cats don't like him any more.
I actually had misgivings about placing Scott among the action figure dogs because I couldn't remember if dogs freaked out around him. Then I decided that the regular rules might not apply to action figure animals and cutout werewolves...Anywaaaaay, it's great that there's a soft furry pet that Scott can bond with. Naturally, I was thinking the same thing. I didn't just shamelessly toss in the tribble for my own selfish gratification. *g*
Giant Hand! You know how I love Giant Hand! Hee to the paper cut! I hope you didn't actually spill blood for my birthday!
The paper cut idea came to me when I thought about werewolf!Scott snarling and trying to bit Giant Hand. As werewolf!Scott is *ahem* made of paper, a papercut seemed like the most likely outcome of such a scuffle. ;-) BTW, the papercut was purely fictional. In fact, Giant Hand used a stunt double. *VBG*
Great dialogue for Stiles! I think you did a great job on his voice and you really captured Scott's good-natured incoherence :)
That's a relief. I was trying to remember what both characters sounded like and was afraid I might have messed that up. I'm glad the character voices worked for you. :-)
Awww...love the last cutout! So sweet!
That was another picture I just had to use. I'm glad you liked it. :-)
I demand a "behind the scenes making of" DVD commentary! Or, you know, you could just explain how you did it :) Did you photoshop or take a photo of your screen with a cutout on it after taking the photographs or what?
I probably shouldn't tell you because it will ruin the magic. Well, that and the actual process was absurdly simple. I only wish it had been as sophisticated as your suggestions. *g* All I did was set up the paper cutouts (using stands for some of them) in the same way I would set up the action figures. Then I just snapped a picture.
Thank you very much! I love it!
I'm extremely happy (and relieved) that you love the story. :-D I would have felt bad if it hadn't entertained you on at least some level.
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Date: 2012-09-16 03:33 am (UTC)Hee hee hee! That is brilliant! I'm terribly relieved that a stunt, snerk, double was used!
I demand a "behind the scenes making of" DVD commentary! Or, you know, you could just explain how you did it :) Did you photoshop or take a photo of your screen with a cutout on it after taking the photographs or what?
I probably shouldn't tell you because it will ruin the magic. Well, that and the actual process was absurdly simple. I only wish it had been as sophisticated as your suggestions. *g* All I did was set up the paper cutouts (using stands for some of them) in the same way I would set up the action figures. Then I just snapped a picture.
Well you know that occurred to me, but I didn't see how you could physically do that and have it look so natural. You really can't tell!
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Date: 2012-09-14 01:38 pm (UTC)I really love the cut-outs! The way you position them is hilarious. The paper cut and the recycling bin were inspired new threats in this weird universe.
And the McKay/T'Pol interaction was great fun. e.g. "Then he was climbing into T’Pol’s lap and clinging to her desperately." That pic made me snort with mirth. And the look of disdain on plastic T'Pol's face was so apt for the situation.
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Date: 2012-09-15 03:14 pm (UTC)I'm so glad this is a "yay" moment and not a "Oh God, not another one" moment. *g* Glad you like the 2D Werewolves! :-)
I really love the cut-outs! The way you position them is hilarious.
I wasn't sure how well the cut-outs went over, so I'm really happy the positioning worked and you found them hilarious. :-D
The paper cut and the recycling bin were inspired new threats in this weird universe.
Just when you thought this universe couldn't get any worse... *g* I'm glad you got a kick out of the paper cut and the recycling bin.
And the McKay/T'Pol interaction was great fun. e.g. "Then he was climbing into T’Pol’s lap and clinging to her desperately." That pic made me snort with mirth. And the look of disdain on plastic T'Pol's face was so apt for the situation.
I had a lot of fun writing the dialogue for these two. The lap climbing was shamelessly stolen from my first action figure story (see this blurry image (http://rusty-armour.livejournal.com/pics/catalog/438/41605)). Anyway, it's great that T'Pol's disdain came across. I thought I might have just imagined it. *g*
Thanks for taking the time to read this and for being so generous with your comments -- here and in that email. :-D
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Date: 2012-09-15 09:26 pm (UTC)jackycomelately is very lucky to get this story for her birthday. rusty_armour and Giant Hand did a good job even though T’Pol has to call them to order at one point.
“Too many considering that rusty_armour is supposed to be a cat person.” I agree with T'Pol and your mom - more cats needed! The tribble and marmot are good though.
I may need to watch The Forsyte Saga.
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Date: 2012-09-16 12:10 am (UTC)It was only posted a short time ago, so no worries. :-) I'm glad you think it's fun, though I don't think it's quite up to my usual standard (of weirdness and insanity). *g*
jackycomelately is very lucky to get this story for her birthday.
That's such a kind thing to say! Thank you very much,
rusty_armour and Giant Hand did a good job even though T’Pol has to call them to order at one point.
LOL! It's probably a good thing T'Pol was there to call them to order or else the story might never have got off the ground. *g*
“Too many considering that rusty_armour is supposed to be a cat person.” I agree with T'Pol and your mom - more cats needed!
I'll see what I can do. Earhart can be pretty territorial and I'm afraid he might get jealous. On the other hand, another cat (or more) would make a good ally against all those dogs...
The tribble and marmot are good though.
I had to include the tribble somehow, though I can't remember what possessed me to include the marmot. I was originally going to use my plushie Dalek, though maybe I changed my mind because the marmot seemed more suitable (and possibly more amusing). I might also have Vancouver Island on the brain as I'll be heading there on Monday. ;-)
I may need to watch The Forsyte Saga.
Oh, you totally should if you can! It's excellent! The series is worth it for the writing, acting and incredible production values. I really think you would enjoy it. I know it's been posted on YouTube, though you may not want to watch it there considering it's about ten hours. The DVD is rather pricey, though I had no more qualms about the price once I started watching it. My mom was staying with me at the time and we ended up watching the first four episodes in one sitting.
Here's a fan-made trailer of The Forsyte Saga to give you some idea of what it's like: