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Story Notes:
This pretty much does what it says on the tin. (Oh, how I love that expression.) There isn't much for me to say here in the story notes or in the summary. This is just a bunch of one-shots for those times when I fancy answering the call for writing bi-weekly 100 or 200-word selections for the various themed challenges on the PF Community boards. I'll update the character list and rating and whatnot as I add more one-shots.

The title is inspired by one of my favorite albums, Achtung Baby. The album turned 24 on the day I posted the first piece in this collection-y thing.

Disclaimer: I do not own Psych, nor do I own any of its characters, settings, trademarks, or related material. Psych and all related materials are the property of their respective owners. The plot and original characters of this story are my intellectual property. I am not associated with Psych, its creators, or any involved parties, nor am I associated with any other media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Chapter Notes:
I know, I know. I shouldn't be starting yet another new project with everything else unfinished, but...like I said in the summary notes, 100 words (or 200, in the case of this chapter) is easy to finish and it gives my crowded INFP mind a break from all the problems I'm trying to solve/ignore. :-D

The theme for this challenge was "A Tale of Two Kitties."

...Okay, so my story is more like a tale of one kitty and a head detective, but once I got this image in my head, I couldn't get rid of it. So here you go. :-D

Title for this one is borrowed from a Lady Antebellum song that's been on my mind lately. A song about finding comfort from other people when the world seems to be coming undone.
Shawn had no idea how he'd been turned into a kitten, or why. But at the moment, he really didn't care. He could figure out the details later; right now, he was a fluffy gray and black tabby, and that was the only thing that mattered. Jumping onto Lassiter's desk, he scanned the room for Jules, Gus, or Buzz. He didn't see them, but he did see the Chief, and he ducked under Lassiter's chair in the nick of time. He was so busy checking to make sure that Chief Vick had left that he didn't see Lassiter approaching until it was too late. The head detective fell into his chair with a quiet groan, reaching around to rub his back and wincing. Shawn was right next to Lassiter's left foot. He could see no escape. So he jumped up into Lassiter's lap and waited for the curses or punches to come. But they didn't. Instead, Lassiter's eyes went wide and he looked around. Finally, a quiet curse did escape as Lassiter continued looking for the cat's potential owner, never realizing that his hands were unconsciously petting and getting comfort from the softness of a fluffy tabby's thick gray fur.


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