Brandy, Kimba, Cosmo

Christine was in the shower and Evelyn was out with her friends. The older girl had left Poco on top of the cage, which was set up high so that she was safe from Kimba.

Speaking of which, the overly large cat was now sitting and watching the macaw intently. Her tail twitched back and forth and she never took her eyes off the brightly colored bird.

Brandy, the St. Bernard, watched with much amusement. "You know, you'll never get at her." Brandy informed the cat.

"Shut up." Kimba grumbled back. The multi colored feline took after her owner more than pets usually did. Her owner, of course, being the teenage Evelyn.

A smaller, yet much fluffier cat came walking out of the room he called his. He stopped when he saw Kimba, but seemed satisfied that she was too preoccupied with the new addition to the house hold to bother coming after him. So, with a rather gracious leap, the old white and orange spotted cat laid down in the old rocking chair. Watching the two cautiously.

It was later in the afternoon on the same day that Christine had brought Poco home. This was really the first time the other pets had met Poco, so they had not yet had a conversation with her.

Poco

Poco looked down at the strangers curiously. "I'm Poco! Who are you?" She exclaimed playfully.

Brandy, Kimba, Cosmo

Kimba ignored the bird's words and continued to stare up feircly at the macaw.

Brandy chuckled, flopping her fluffy tail on the floor once. "No not mind her. She doesn't believe in having a conversation with her prey- Not that she would ever be able to get to you." The St. quickly added. "Yes, much to fat." The older male cat added. The young Kimba narrowed her eyes, but did not make a comment.

"Anyways," Brandy continued, "I'm Brandy, the male is Cosmo, and the wanna be hunter is Kimba."