Aww, thank you! I don't know if I could write one of these every day, though, I wouldn't know what else to write about. It's not like everyone has been giving me ideas. And I can't kill Shaw, I mean, even if he's en evil cat, that's just sad! Charles would be so sad.

Maybe Shaw runs away though. And Charles is worried sick. He roams the streets armed with milk and Shaw's favourite toy mouse (which is the blue squeaky one) trying to lure him out. Then it gets dark and it starts raining and Charles panics because oh my god what is poor ickle Shaw going to do he's going to be all cold and alone. And Erik is holding an umbrella over him and tries to comfort him and he'd like Shaw!cat to die in a ditch somewhere but then Charles would never stop crying. Also the tip of Charles's nose is going red from the cold and that's not good. At all. So he finally convinces Charles that he needs to go home and resume his search tomorrow, and when they get home they find Shaw sitting on the doorstep with a dead mouse and looking all smug. And Charles is all happy and praises him while Erik plots murder. Then Erik wraps Charles in a blanket because he's looking a bit pale and maybe he's got the beginnings of a cold, and they snuggle on the couch eating leftover pizza and the cats get all the anchovies on Charles's slice.