Katniss Prepares for the Crossing

May 22nd 2025

The tropical morning light filtered into the Chasing Destiny, but it brought little cheer to Brandy as she sipped her coffee. She cleared her throat, a solemn sound in the quiet cabin. Katniss, perched on the table, was meticulously cleaning a paw, utterly oblivious.

“Okay, Captain Katniss,” Brandy began, her voice taking on a tone usually reserved for difficult conversations, “I have some… news.”

Katniss paused her grooming, one ear swiveling towards Brandy. 

“You know we’re making a big move to the Bahamas soon, right?” Brandy continued, trying to sound cheerful. “Well, for that, we need to make sure you’re super healthy. And that means…” She took a deep breath. “Check-ups and blood work!”

Katniss froze. Her other ear slowly swiveled forward, then her eyes narrowed. A low growl rumbled deep in her chest – a sound rarely heard from the usually composed Katniss.

Brandy winced. “Now, don’t look at me like that! It’s important! Think of all the Bahamian beaches! All the new sand to roll in! All the… well, probably no new treats at the vet, but after that, all the treats!”

Katniss clearly wasn’t buying it. She responded by turning her back to Brandy, stiffening her fluffy body into a perfect picture of protest. Her message was clear: there would be no check-ups. No blood work. And definitely no tiny needles.

Brandy sighed, already picturing the wrestling match ahead. “Oh, this is going to be fun,” she muttered to herself, as Katniss let out a dramatic, mournful huff, already mourning the  impending veterinary doom.