“Jaq, no!” Enigma yelled as she chased the English Bulldog puppy down the hall, slamming against Bruce's door as she tried to turn a corner. Confucius, the new Persian kitten clung to her shoulder, back legs scrambling as he tried to get back into place, claws digging in to hang on as Jaq suddenly reversed course and started heading backwards, this time slamming into Bruce door himself. He paused, shaking his head before looking at Enigma and taking off again, drool flying as he ran.
“God dammit!” she cursed, sliding in her heels, one leg going forward and managing the splits, due to the offset of her boots, glaring at the laughing puppy. “Going to turn you into a muff,” she muttered.