• Chapter 1: Mittens


    A black tom cat lay in the sunlight if the window. His white mussel revealed a relaxed grin, and his eyes were shut. His front paws were pure white, and he had one white patch around his eye. His owners called him Mittens, for reasons unknown. He had no clue what they would say half the time, but he picked up that he was known as Mittens. The tom heard the rumbling of food being poured into his dish, and a mummer of words. "Breakfast at last..." Mittens said, his tone happy. He slowly rose to all four, shaking his head in effort to remove the sudden sleepiness. He padded out into the kitchen, seeing that his food dish was empty. "What?" He said wrinkling his nose at the smell of this new food. Did i fall asleep and something happened? Indeed something did happen. He knew this dish. It was a big, marble dish with... Shiny blue things all around it. "Oh my... Not her"
    "Mittens!!! Come here darling'" Called a female voice from another room. Mittens tail drooped as he slowly started to pad out of the kitchen. No breakfast for him until she had hers. A poodle was sitting in his favorite armchair, where he would always lay while his owner John watched other humans on the television beating themselves up. "What is it Darling?" He spat the last word. The black head of the poodle turned to reveal a new, blue collar. Why didn't he get any new things? "Oh hunny, like it?" The irritating poodle asked. "Oh it's lovely" If it was in the trash can. The large black poodle stood, her curly black hair bouncing as she jumped of the chair. Her brown eyes locked with his. "Your blue eyes... They're so cute!" She announced. Why does Charlotte have to visit? The name rang in his head. When ever the show dog was around, he got rejected. Once, his owners forgot to feed him. For 2 days! He had to sneak some of Charlotte's food. Why was this dog so obsessed with him? "Charlotte..." Mittens said squinting his eyes. "Uh-huh?"The black dog let her pink tongue lollie out of her mouth as she saw the owner coming across the room. "Can... You keep your weird complements to yourself?" He said in an irritated voice. The dog looked offended, and she should! It was always You have such cute white paws! or I love the random spot on your face! and even Your name is the cutest!. Blah blah blah. It always got on his nerves. His pupules were slits, and the ice cold stare he was giving was obviously scaring the poor dog. Mittens shook his head. "On with business. That was my chair. I don't ever want to see you on it again." Mittens was taking steps one by one towards the big dog. "John is Mine not yours." Mittens was grinning as the dog was backing into a corner. His fur wasn't even bristling. Do i really look that menacing? he wondered to himself. It must be because this pooch was a pampered dog, and got what ever she wanted. Must not have ever faced a real fight before.
    Once Mittens was sure Charlotte was scared of him, he turned in the opposite direction. It was about time for his nap now. He got close to the floor, his fluffy tail waving back and forth and he bounded onto the couch. As he found the comfy spot to lay, he let his eyes close and let the troubles of the dumb dog drift away. He was trying to pretend nothing happened.
    Mittens felt a blanket being placed on him. His owner must have noticed how tense he was. John would always do this when Mittens had a bad day. A purr of delite arose from his thought as dreams took over his mind, and everything went black.