The next morning, Beau is happily skipping to his front door from the living room.

“Alright!” he calls out to his cat. “I’m leavin’ for practice!”

Spikey, who is in the kitchen, paws a dirty cup into the kitchen sink. He peeks up at his caretaker; his eyes immediately fly open and his jaw drops at Beau’s outfit.

Beau is rocking out a red plaid flannel, yellow basketball shorts, and white socks with flip-flops.
No way is Beau going out like that! he thinks to himself.

Spikey launches from the countertop and lands on the other part of the countertop where they ate breakfast then jumps onto the wooden floor. He scrambles over Beau, dashes ahead of him, and halts right in front of the closed front door. He stands firmly on his four paws, staring up at Beau.

Beau, please do the whole world a favour and go change, Spikey tries to tell him. Instead, all that comes out is: “Miau, miau, miau, miau, miau.”

“Aw, you silly kitty!” Beau reaches down to the cat and scoops him into his arms. He straightens up and gazes down at him. “You want to come with me again?”

Spikey shakes his head and continues attempting to get his message across. “Miau, miau, miau.”

“Meow, meow, meow to you too, Spikey, but I gotta get to practice! See how I’m being the great hockey player I’m suppose to be?”

Suddenly, Spikey wiggles some and blasts out from Beau’s arms, landing on the floor. He locks eyes with his caretaker, then zooms up to the second floor.

“Wait, Spikey!” Beau starts to rush after him, clamouring up the stairs and stumbling down the hallway. He turns into his bedroom and throws himself against the doorjamb, staring ahead while huffing and panting.

His eyes land on his bed, where there is a clean pair of jeans and a white collared, button-up shirt laid out in the open; at the foot of the bed are a pair of black dress shoes.

Beau gains enough energy to shuffle to his bed with his eyes glued on the mysterious clothing. He then averts his eyes to his cat, who is sitting proudly by the clothes.

“I’ve never worn these clothes in a while.” He points to the clothes. “The only time I wore ‘em was at the fitting room.”

Put them on, Spikey tells him mentally. Instead, “Miau, miau, miau,” comes out from his mouth.
Beau shrugs. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to put them on. I’m anyways always ten minutes late.”

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Later on in the Penguins’ locker room, mostly all of the players are gearing up for their practice to French music. It is Kris’s day to choose the music.

They sense someone stepping into the room. They all swish their heads to the doorway to greet the person. This person is rocking out a dress shirt, clean jeans, black shoes, and nicely groomed hair. And next to this person is a white fluffy cat.

Everyone’s jaws drop with their eyes growing as wide as pucks. “WHOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAA!!!!”

Ian Cole smirks at the nicely-groomed Beau. “Hey, now you can actually get dates!”

Marc-André eyes Beau skeptically. “Why the nice outfit?”

Beau shrugs with a goofy smile. “Spikey picked it out for me.”

Spikey says, “Miau,” as he tries to say, I’m Olli!

“I always turn Bubby around when I change,” Sidney, in only his compression clothes, claims proudly.

The room suddenly plunges into an awkward silence. Even the music stops since the song just ended.

Brandon peers down at the captain. “You know, you’re only in your compression clothes, right?”

Sidney's eyes widen as he clasps his hands over his cheeks. “Bubby, turn around!!!” He grabs Bubby, who is plopped in his stall, staring out at the locker room, and turns him around.

“I was talking about us,” Brandon mutters to himself while rolling his eyes.

Beau leans back to look into the hallway. “Someone’s coming!” He then lumbers over to his stall. Spikey separates from him to go to his own stall.

Then the another person appears in the doorway of the locker room. Spikey, who is sitting in his own stall, immediately recognizes who the person is.

“Have you guys seen Olli?” Antti, Olli’s brother, asks the Pens while peeking with concern into the room. “We’ve, as in my family, been looking for him.”

Antti! With hopeful eyes, Spikey hops down from the stall and darts to his brother. He grasps onto the cloth of his jeans against his leg and peers up at him with massive, clear blue eyes.

Antti gazes down at the cat with bewilderment. “What’s this cat doing on me? Cats never liked me like this before!”

Beau, from his stall, tells Antti, “Well, I guess Spikey likes you a lot!”

Antti lifts the leg Spikey is clinging onto and begins to shake it in attempt to get the cat off.
“Yeah, a lot.” He stops with his leg still sticking out; Spikey still has his four paws on it. He turns to Beau. “Your cat?”

Beau beams proudly. “Yup!” He walks over to Spikey. “Come on, Spikey, let Antti continue looking for his brother, okay?” He then grabs onto the cat with both hands and pulls at him.
Spikey just latches onto his brother’s leg harder.

Antti gazes at the cat, then at Beau. “Not coming off?”

Beau shakes his head, dropping his hands to his sides. “Nope.” He grabs onto Spikey again and tries to pry him off from his leg.

Spikey just lets out a serious of pleading “miau”s: “Miaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuu! Miaaaaaauuuuuuu! Miaaaaaaauuuuuuu!”

Beau attempts to rip Spikey off, but Spikey holds on strong. Finally after about seven attempts, Spikey lets go and falls into Beau’s arms.

With a finale good-bye and a thank you, Antti leaves. And Spikey sorrowfully watches him leave from Beau’s arms, not knowing the brother he was looking for was right in front of him the whole time. On his leg.

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