Jeepers, creepers! [East, (meg. too) - Blitz!]

"Go away." The peacekeeper muttered to the fat black cat silently trailing him. The cat didn't slow it's trot, and kept on his heels. "I mean it!" Fahrenheit growled, swiping at the cat with his boot. The cat expertly dodged the kick and continued. "Fine."

Fahrenheit was off-duty and had hoped that he could spend a normal day not being recognized as 'Peacekeeper Frost', as the citizens liked to refer to him as. But the cat was a dead giveaway. People knew that PK Frost had a black cat that followed him everywhere, so they knew immediately who he was. (Well, his eyes were a dead giveaway too, but Fahrenheit enjoyed blaming it on the cat)

He heard an obnoxious meow and turned to see the cat banging on the door of a sweets shop. “No. You don’t get cake, Jax. You are already too fat.” But the cat carried on meowing, so Heit gave a sigh and walked over to the cat to pick him up.

Movement within the shop caught his eye and he put his face to the window to see in. What he saw made his scramble for the door. He flung it open, and ran into the shop, grabbing a man on his shoulder. “Hey, what are you doing?!” He demanded.