Never have I ever thought in my life I'd be happy to see flowers.

I've become a regular at the bouqet store several blocks down, getting familiar with the meelf at the counter, oglin at her breasts like any normal man would whenever she wasn't looking as she got me another batch of her precious flora...and if it were roses or violets, who cares! I just wanted to win Steempy's heart over.

Then, I gave the lady the cash, took the flowers in hand, bid her a great day with a bellowing holler, and skipped along the curb. I didn't care if people looked at me weird--seemed to me they never had a true love in their life!

I felt so good, giving Steempy flowers, putting them in the vase, adding to the collection, day after day.

Next day, more flowers! Next day, more flowers! Next day, more flowers! And I would not stop this new tradition I've adopted until my ol' pal came back to me~!

...

During one night, after an incredibly-busy shift, Ren had came in the house, putting away his suit and hat, going straight to the couch, his long feet propped over the armrest, the pain subsiding a bit from not having to stand on them as he reached for the remote.

He made a mental note of eating Stimpy's chicken pot pie before dozing off as he clicked the TV on, figuring it'll help him relax.

He winced as he slowly clenched his toes lightly, feeling his feet aching even as he carefully spread his slender piggies, letting their joints pop. Mmmmph--that subsided the pain, but not that much. Neverminding that, he flipped through the channels, til he decided to watch the Muddy Mudskipper Show just to kill time for a moment. "Who's the greatest mudskipper of them all," he muttered monotone along to the show's tune.

"Whatsa matta, ya lousy mutt?" the eponymous fish seemed to gruffly ask him through the screen.

"Your mother gave me leemp fish," Ren retorted. Then the show's audience laughed; he smirked, having gotten small satisfaction from pretending they heard him through the tv.

And then, the unthinkable happened.

Ren heard footsteps traveling through the hallway...they were nearing the couch...he knew exactly who's gentle, but giant steps were working their way along the floor...and the chubby culprit was approaching none other...than HIM~!

OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY OHHH BOY~! Ren heard his heart jumping for joy as he witnessed the cat, who was still apathetic as ever...but then...the big cat kneeled before Ren's tired feet which laid along the arm of the chair.

That was weird. "Steempy? What're you doing?"

The cat said nothing, eyes laid upon his friend's long feet. Ren would utter about how he'll "keel" him if he did anything stupid, but nowadays, any attention from Stimpy is more than welcome. Then, the tubby cat's meticulous, gloved hands held a long sole in each hand, and began to knead Ren's sore feet.

Almost immediately, Ren let out a loud groan. "OOOHHHOHOHOOOO BOOYYY~" a large smile sat on his face as he felt his friend massage his feet, kneading circles into his soft, stinging insteps, slowly making the pain go away as the chihuahua's toes subtly danced in the air. Ren expected an embrace, but not this kind~

"Yeah...yeah...right--right THERE~ YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHH~ HAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH~" his eyes rolled as his head descended onto the pillow again, feeling Stimpy pressing his thumbs into the balls of his feet, with sweet and tender care~ 
"The fuck, Steempy~" Ren wasn't sure why Stimpy was so compassionate again all of a sudden, but he wasn't going to take this moment for granted. He adjusted himself on the couch to stare upon the focused cat, who never took his eyes off his feet, tending to them to the best of his ability. The chihuahua could see a bit of that old Stimpy in the cat's eyes, the same ones which always found joy at looking at any part of him~

The more the cat tended his feet, the more the pain was gradually going away, leaving Ren to be spoiled with the fruits of labor he was being continously rewarded...then, the tubby cat stopped.

Right when Ren was about to say something, his eyes grew to puppy-doggy staring-size as he saw Stimpy approaching him. His pink eyes bulged, his mouth drooped, unable to say anything, and his eardrums bounced to the cadence of his heart pounding his chest.

Wow...is this really happening--? Am I..am I...dreaming?

Not quite. Ren didn't do anything, letting Stimpy's hands approach him, feeling those soft, gloved hands slip underneath his back, fingers slipping past his spine a bit as Ren began to feel his body turnt over, Stimpy gently helping him as he held the dog's shoulders, until Ren faced ass-up, his feet now hanging toes-down over the arm of the sofa. For a moment, Stimpy actually took a brief moment to softly rub his head and back, to which Ren trembled at his touch, his moans muffled in the pillow~ Then, Stimpy went back over to the edge of sofa again.

Ren turned his head. "Ehehe, back to my acheeng feet, huh?" he asked, already knowing the answer was seconds away from happening~ The big cat was back to pleasing his man again, softly squeezing and kneading his heels, making Ren moan~ This moment still remained unbelievable to him, how Stimpy was finally spending time with him~

A moment later, and Stimpy was now brushing his thumbs along the the space between the dog's soles and toes, which wriggled and spread in response. "Oooohhhhhh yeeeeaaahh, that's the stuff~ I love you, Steempy~ I looOOOOOUUUGGGHHHH, yyyyeeeeaaaaahhh~" Ren's train of thought was interrupted from the sensation of Stimpy sliding his fingers between Ren's toes, which trembled as they were tended to accordingly with several strokes~

"Why does that feel good? Hoohhhh~," Ren sighed, resting himself atop a pillow, unable to stop smiling. "I don't deserve you, my leetle bumpkin~ You're too kind~" he said, feeling so utterly grateful that his friend was slowly starting to break away from that shell of absent feelings he had built up for quite a while.

But like all good things, the foot massage came to an end. "Oh? You're finished, already?" he got on all fours on the couch, before laying down belly-up. For a moment, he flexed his toes and wrinkled his soles. "Woowwwww...they feel sooo much BETTER~ I genuinely did not know you were also a masseur~ Maaaaaan, am I glad you came to please me after such a stressful day~" he sent bedroom eyes to Stimpy's way~ "Maybe you could sit next by me, and show your man some joy again~ We don't even need to have sex, just having you sit by me is fine~ I just want to hold you close again, plain and seemple~ And for tonight, lets eat your pot-pie in front the TV!"

But as he stopped happily squinting his eyes, Ren watched Stimpy stand up, only to witness another unexpected thing--through that all apathy, out came something else. It was glistening...moisture, swelling up in Stimpy's eyes. The cat's chest shook as his blue nose began sniffling.

Ren got up, crawling over to the conflicted cat. "Steempy? W-what's wrong? Tell me," he brought his hands towards him...only for Stimpy slink away, and quickly run off. "No, wait...Steempy!" he saw the manx dart out of the room fast as hell, and Ren's slightly-groggy self tried his damndest to catch up--

"C'mon man, just tell me! Don't run away!" he exclaimed, mentally noting how he was glad to have his feet treated to be running so frantically, right now.

SLAM--

Stimpy locked himself in the bathroom before Ren had a chance to step in with him. He tried to twist the knob, but to no avail as he then heard the sink faucet run.

Ren knocked. The water ran.

He knocked again. The water still ran.

He tried one mpre time. The water was still runnning, but this time it was turned off. There was footsteps, then the sound of a bubble butt sitting on the seat. There was a moment of silence...then the toilet flushed.

Ren breathed through his nose, head drooped down, ears next to his knees in his hunched stance.

"I don't know what's gotten into you nowadays," he began, "but I do know one thing for sure--you still care for me, at the very least. Somewhere deep down, you still love me. You haven't left me. And I'm chipping your bad mood bit-by-bit."

Ren stood up straight, and a smile began to form. "Whether or not you want to listen, hear this: I won't ever give up on you, you hear me? I never will, no matter how high the odds."

Suddenly, Ren's brow furrowed pensively. His ears shot up--"Wait a minute." Ren walked down the hallway, towards a door at the very end.

"I may just know the cause for Steempy's behavior...probably due to another one of his rather...admittedly stupeed eenventions." He gripped the knob. "Shit, why haven't I thought of this earlier? Whatever, this just HAS to be the answer." He twisted it...and entered the dark room, closing it behind him.

"I'll get to the bottom of this," he flicked on a nearby switch, giving the room a dim light over all the weird stuff Stimpy's made.

He took a couple steps forward, looking at strange remotes, chemical kits, jars with weird stuff, all of which look unused for a time.

Then, he approached one object, the smashed up happy helmet, its sheen dull. Ren brought a finger, then wiped across it, catching a thick dust bunny on his fingertip.

"Wow, he needs to clean up in here. It's so fucking dusty...come to think of it, it doesn't even look like he used any of this at all." But Ren wasn't willing to give up.

He continued his search, making a mess out of the room, just to find the one thing that caused Stimpy to act the way he is. But in the end...

"Nothing. I literately have no idea." He stood there, atop a hill of tossed junk, staring up at the dim light, where dust visibly floated around in the space.

The chihuahua walked down the hunk of junk, towards the door, opening it. He looked over his shoulder. "I won't give up," he told to himself, before flicking off the switch, closing the door behind him.

...

Stimpy was still crying over it all. His body was wet as he continued to cry.

He was finally making Ren happy again.

Finally, he could see a little clearer, now.

It was horrible, finally realizing it all...but at least he knew, now.

Now he knew it was his fault for having Ren behave the way he was towards him through these past several days.

But it's weird--it was like he was massaging him...but wasn't. Stimpy liked to believe the former to be true. It would be something he would have done for him. In fact, he wanted to make that be the norm, from now on~

After all is said and done, the manx will make to apologize for the the trouble he caused. And he will indubitably make sure to bestow Ren with all his love.

And with an internal sigh...he felt relief. At last--everything he had done was DONE for his small, little friend.

...

Light pierced into my pupils as I cracked by crumbly lids open.

I yawned softly, my skeeny ribs seemingly trying to jump from my chest as I stretched my arms, smacking my lips a bit. I look at the window--and I must admeet, it really is quiet beautiful~

It was like an angel was showering us with golden rays straight from heaven~

Then I looked at the clock--5am. I should hit the hay a leetle longer...I dropped my head onto the peelow.

. . . . . ...nah, I'm wide awake, now.

Before leaping off the bed, I went to give Steempy a small peck on the check. Was he...was he smiling?

I rubbed my eyes...oh. Course not. But I'd like to imagine he enjoyed it~

...After freshening up in the bathroom, I looked out the window next to the shower. The birds were chirping, cars whizzed past by every once in a while...and I stood there for a minute, taking it all in. It's just...I don't know.

Today feels like it's gonna be a good day, I told myself aloud.

I felt weird....like the essence of Whizzleteats was making me smile, that my pounding heart was big and golden, the aura of it all felt so balanced...so right.

I was compelled to take a walk outside, today. It is my day off, so why not spoil myself with the reeches of nature?

So before I went out, I took out a piece of paper, and wrote:

I am outside, taking a walk. Looks nice today, that's why. Yes, I like nice days, apparently. Don't judge me. Should be back in time for breakfast. And I will hug you.

Your Best Buddy Ever, Ren~

And so with that, I went outside, took a deep breath, then released a calm sigh.

Like what the fuck--what is this sorcery? Why do I feel so zen-like?

I should feel uncomfortable, being so happy...but I'm embracing the overzealous amounts of serotonin imbuing within me.

I walked down the hill, just swallowed up in today's morneeng bliss. Everybody was either resting, or probably getting ready for work in their houses, trying to adjust themselves for the day ahead.

Me? I'm taking things slowly. I never really had a chance to take in the environment around me...and it had been few months since we moved here.

The trees, leaves, branches...the sidewalk and its cracks and bumps...the array of houses and all their worn, but reech colors...and the sky. That mixture of blue and gold...it makes me feel so happy to live. So wonderful to be able to take in the fresh air, and enjoy every second of it.

I was so lost in my cheery feelings, that I just realized I already arrived at the corner before I even knew it.

Ahead of me, was the park. I always drove past it, telling myself that I'll set foot in it one day. Well today...you know the rest.

I saw the light turn. My turn to cross...I strode forward, feeling so confident.

Haha, I kinda feel silly, struting like my shit doesn't steenk--

SKKKKRRRRRRRRRRR...

Tires tore past me...there was smoke everywhere...and I had tightened every muscle in my body.

And that was that. I looked as the cars peeled off into the street.

Wow.

I'm...I'm still alive. In one piece!

...Well, I could've just told the inconsiderate creetins to

WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOIN', YOU BLEETHERING COCKSUCKEENG RETARDS!!!

But I didn't...my joyfulness of this morneeng was just too great. As I continued, I saw a bus COMING RIGHT TOWARDS ME--

...

The vehicle stormed right through the street, stopping as it dropped off a couple passengers, before driving off.

The light turned red as the smoke cleared, with people passing by...in the middle of it all, Ren found himself on the ground, trembling, covered in soot, but very much alive. "S-so....lucky," he blinked, smiling.

Sometime, after that near-death experience, Ren, clean of soot, was up the hill again, at his doorstep. He pulled out his keys, ready to insert one of them into the lock.

The knob turned.

And it wasn't him who was doing that.