• It was hard to believe that my owner had stuck me with this mutt, I just couldn’t believe it! I wanted to badly scratch something, and I just knew my scratching post would not do. Not for the unbearable anger I was feeling. But no, my master had to be cruel, more crueler than the time they had brought that weasel into my house. I had gotten in trouble because I refused to “play nicely” with the animal. It wasn’t my fault the damn thing was so fragile. How was I supposed to know? It didn’t come with a sign! I sighed and moved to the opposite side of the room, the dog's offended me. He stared at me with dumb-founded eyes and I looked away. I hated how he looked at me. I curled on top of my scratching post, far out of the reach of the drooling animal…or so I thought. I hadn’t thought that my master would come and take me off my sanctuary. That was the last thing on my mind. But this was the sign…how I knew they planned on ruining me. They had put me into the legs of the mutt and gently shook me awake. I thought I had simply curled against a pillow, until the mutt drooled on me! I woke up instantly and froze. My master and his friend had a bloody camera! And they were taking pictures! I was frozen, too shocked to move. To shocked to even display the feelings of hatred that was coursing through my veins at being stuck with this dog. I caught sight as one of the images floated to the ground. I was revolted! The mutt looked pleased and I was shocked out my mind!
    I hissed a low hiss and the dog whined. Both owners looked a little shocked, I had been so quiet before hand, and I could tell both of the humans were shocked. To be frank, I didn’t care. I was angry. I wanted out and if I had to scratch the nose off that mutt to do it, I would. But sadly, I think the dog got the message, for he quickly let go. I stood up, my tail straight and fluffed and I stalked out of the room. How I wanted to scratch something! I looked around, trying to find something that wouldn’t whine when my nails pierced it. I looked around, my golden eyes searching for my other scratching post. When I couldn’t find it, I went downstairs to the basement. That would be the last place they would look for me, I knew that much. I quickly fell asleep, but was soon awake. That bloody dog haunted my dreams!
    Oh the horror! I stood up and started pacing. I didn’t like the idea of my dreams being haunted by that dog! The sheer audacity had me hissing immediately. I looked around, my eyes glowing in the dark. I could hear the footsteps upstairs and I quickly ran under the dresser. I didn’t want to be found. I thought they would have known that by now if I wasn’t upstairs. I could hear the dog walking too and I froze. The basement door wasn’t shut! I knew instantly that I was doomed, as I could hear his nails hitting the stairs.
    Oh why did you have to do this to me ceiling cat?