My cat's named Jaheria but something she did was she would ALWAYS break ornaments and we would just find broken glass everywhere.

His name is Milo, like the movie Milo & Odis :D

Also, if you know his breed plz tell meh.😺

Btw my friend's dog is named Odis

I just wanna know

(i think) she's a American shorthair.

Also her name is Luna i love her

Look at my silly little goober! Her name is moonspot.

Let’s REVIVE IT WHOS WITH ME

Burley flicks his tail at me and we walk across the endless fields of grass. Well, I can’t refuse. 2 dogs are stronger than 1. Especially greyhounds. I can’t outrun the fastest dogs in the world either, I’m fast but not fast enough. Hmm… Maybe if I-

“You are to stay with us until the court starts,” said Spyro. Oh! I didn’t even notice- we are in a city now. And all around me- familiar faces, new scents, but no matter how hard I look, any trace of these dogs being familiar are covered by the scars. What happened? Suddenly, I see a fluffy furball run to me.

“Jack! Oi mate! Over here!” He said, waving his paws around.

“How do you know me?” I say, backing away. Who is this?

“Aw you don’t remember? We used to be friends! Too bad you're going to court,” He said, raising his paw. “I’m George! Remember?” Memories flash at me. Wait, court? Almost as if reading my mind, he-

Wait wait wait hold on, we aren’t in a book or anything, you don’t have to act like it! -Chester

Anyways, I walk up to a giant german shepherd, almost as tall as a human, sitting on a trashcan in the alley they were in, and with boxes piled up for the other dogs of the jury to sit at. Special advisors- or guards- or whatever, the greyhounds, were sitting on dumpsters on either side of “Brutus”. Wait… is this who I think he is? But… he looks so different. He has a giant scar running down the side of his face, and it looks as if his eye got clawed out, even though he was sleeping. Everyone here looks… scarred, as if they were in a battle.

“The boss isn’t ready to see you yet,” Grumbled Spyro.

“We will get you ready, and when he wakes up, he will be glad to see you- and execute you once he smells the cats on you.” Burley said, trying to sound cheerful through his raspy voice.

Where are they taking me? Woah… so many greyhounds, and they all look skinny and starving. Spyro chats orders to other greyhounds and they all scatter to Brutus to nudge at him and wake him up.

“Eat” Spyro said, grabbing a rotting rabbit and throwing it at Jack’s face.

“Sorry, Spyro can be mean sometimes. You should eat the rabbit, it’s all you’ll get in weeks, if you even survive” Burley whispered.

If I survive? Why wouldn’t Brutus like me? We used to be friends, if he is who I think he is. Whatever, I guess I should eat.

GROOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARGH!

WHAT WAS THAT!? I turn around quickly to see Brutus yawning. He’s scarier than I remember. I shudder and hide behind a corner. One of the greyhounds sees me and whispers to others. They all start laughing uncontrollably, and George can’t help but smile. Great. I thought at least George was my friend, I think I was very wrong. One of the greyhounds bolts over to support Brutus from falling. They tell Brutus who I am. Spyro comes over to me, pushing me into the court. So I can get roared at face to face? That sounds fun. Brutus clears his throat.

“Welcome to the court, Jack. I heard an interesting story about you.” He growled, and murmurs of the court echoed across the valley.

“Do you think he is actually a service dog?”

“I think they have personal problems”

“Do you think they actually used to be friends?”

“I heard he was traveling with CATS!”

“Will Brutus execute him?”

“He looks cool”

This place is majorly scary. I can’t believe they live here. Uh, will they even let me live?

Brutus chuckles. “This dog, Jack of the jack russel terriers, is accused of traveling with cats. And betraying us.” He says, feeling that just saying “Traveling with cats” wouldn't convince the court. Betraying you? How does helping someone count as betraying?

“Do you admit what you did?” Brutus says, a toothy grin on his face. I shake my head.

“I didn’t do-” I begin

“SILENCE! NO ONE GIVES YOU PERMISSION TO SPEAK!” Brutus screeched, nearly falling off the trash can. He cleared his throat. “My apologies. Anyways, court, this dog is accused of escaping his home, traveling with unauthorized creatures, and doing it all within our territory. Let me explain; First, he allows himself to be captured by humans, not even refusing, that already is punishable. Agreed?” Murmurs of agreement echoed through the crowd. “And then, he traveled with a bunch of cats, clearly supporting them. Do you deny these charges, Jack!?” Brutus yelled. I shook my head.

Dramaaaaaa! -Chester

“Right. So for that we will press charges. But oh boy, there’s more! The disloyalty of this dog, am I right!” Brutus yelled across the alley. I’m certain even the birds could hear. Chirps of laughter echoed through the crowd of unwavering dogs and stern greyhounds. Even one with huge battle-hardened claw marks on his face couldn’t help but smile.

“Already, the punishment would either be prison or death,” Brutus said, fiddling with a pebble that fell off the side of the building they were next to. “But quite obviously, there’s more! Because then, this dog claims he was our friend!” Suddenly, memories wash through Jack’s head.

This used to be my friend! I remember now!

The dogs all laughed, and a greyhound stepped up to tell them they clearly had been making a mistake.

“This dog? This one?” He said through hysterical laughs. He could barely even say his next sentence. “Why would we be friends with a scrap of fur!” he said, rolling on his back. “Why, we greyhounds only came here when you were desperate for bodyguards! Remember that time when we-”

“ENOUGH!” Brutus roared. He cleared his throat and apologized to the cowering, wolf-like creatures. They all whimper and Jack feels like joining them

How could anyone live here? With him as a leader? Will I be executed? Will Chester and Smudge have to travel alone? And that crow? Hm. He doesn’t have a name. I’ll name him Midnight. Poor Midnight. Poor Chester. Poor Smudge, who I heard had a friend before Chester.

Ah yes, I remember, Smudge was crying a whole lot when I came to the house, because there used to be a cat named… Rusty, I think? -Chester

Suddenly, the other dogs start whispering. A giant bulldog stands up.

“I. I was his friend!” He said in a deep and booming voice. The other dogs start chanting.

“I was his friend!”

“I was his friend!”

“I was his friend!”

“I was his friend!”

Suddenly, Burley stood up.

“I, who just met this dog, can indeed say, if we had known eachother, he would’ve been my friend. Some of you here deny that, because of the flood that happened…” He took a deep breath, and Spyro stood up.

“Indeed” he sighed. “He is a good dog. To execute him would be to make a flood reign over the social dynamic most of these dogs have. He! He is the one who made dogs have friends. And packs. Even with my… grizzled face, and beaten-down aura of a barbarian, he would have likely befriended me,” he said, gasping for air after such a speech. Suddenly, George steps up, proud.

“My turn! MY TURN! Ahem.” He said, clearing his throat. “He was your friend, if anything, Brutus! I remember us all playing inside a cardboard castle we made. You used to be what a dog should be. That clearly is hidden inside you! You hate him for ‘starting a flood’ when really, it was just a coincidence. No one planned for the incident to happen! It just did. You and me, Brutus, are the only dogs who survived that flood. Other than Jack, who we thought was dead up to now. We found eachother and made an empire! But now that Jack is here, why would that make such a difference! One more friend. Does that mean you were never his friend! I am the only true friend that he has left!” He hollered. Brutus snarled and bared his teeth.

“You question my authority!?” Brutus roared, grabbing George by the scruff of his neck. “PUNY DOGS LIKE YOU CAN’T DECIDE FATE!” He yelled at the top of his lungs. He threw George across the alley and into the road. Acting like his evil deed was so tiring, he started tumbling over.

My training! This is when I come in handy! Look at his legs. They seem sturdy, but only he, himself, is leaning over. He might be topheavy, or he’s faking. But dogs like this always lie, so I should- GEORGE! WHERE DID HE GO?

Jack looked into the road and saw George struggling to stand up with all the cars zooming by. Suddenly, a semi-trailer truck zooms past.

“GEORGE!” Jack screeched. George got crushed by the huge truck.

“Oh how traumatizing. Can we get on with this now? I think we were getting to the part where we executed this lad,” Brutus said, acting as if he didn’t care. The sad looks in the dogs’ eyes made Jack feel power.

“Brutus! You should be the one executed. Killing a dog of your own pack- and then denying it! He used to be your friend!” Jack growled. The other dogs looked ashamed. The fierce looks of greyhounds faded before their eyes. They just looked like normal dogs.

“Run.” Burley said. Everything was silent after, except the whimpers of George slowly dying, and the cars zooming past. Jack listened.

I can go back now. I can find Smudge and Midnight and Chester.

Chapter 3

Smudge’s POV

Where is Jack? Where did those big scary dogs go? Where is Midnight? Everything is going wrong, and I’m here, stuck in the mud, with the most annoying cat on earth.

Chester. Ugh, I hate that name. I miss Rusty! Why did he have to go and join those WIld Cats? Well, now I’m out here. I can’t see why he likes it. I’m literally starving. Is he still alive? No, he can’t be. I would’ve found him. He must be dead- oh poor Rusty. I miss the little fella. Wow, mud stinks. P.U.

A sudden CAW rises above their heads. Midnight! She came back for us! The crow suddenly flies away. Aw. Great. Not-Midnight. That’s extremely helpful right now. Wait- I hear barks. Woof… wuraf… JACK!

“JAAACK! WE ARE OVER HERE!!!!” Smudge yelled, barely putting his paws past the surface of the mud. Jack bolted over and pulled Smudge out.

AND THE STUPID JERBOA-HEAD LEFT ME IN THERE FOR HOURS! -THE ANGRIEST CHESTER YOU HAVE EVER SEEN

“Where’s Midnight?” Jack asked, while Chester called for help through the thick mud.

“We haven’t seen her. She flew away.” Smudge said, shaking the mud off his precious fur.

“You remember that we named it Midnight?” Jack said, his tail bounding up and down with joy.

“Of course I did! We made it together- remember?” Smudge said, jumping around happily. Chester slowly emerged from the mud.

“Um, sorry to disturb you guys, but I almost died, and it’s because you guys were just sitting there. So do you mind if you discover your twin souls somewhere else? I have no idea what you guys are even talking about so I have yet to understand that useless dog.” Chester said, disgust in his voice. Smudge giggled and Jack howled, his tail thwapping on the ground.

Classic Chester, always being angry. I wonder where Midnight is, though.

HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

“WHAT WAS THAT!?” Chester and Smudge shrieked in sync. The hissing continued. Jack jumped forward and growled at the hissing creature. The hissing stopped. Jack howled at the top of his lungs.

JACK! WHAT IS HAPPENING!?

Jack tumbled backward and lay motionless on the ground. A long noodle emerged from the bushes.

“AAAH! A NOODLE!” Chester screamed. Smudge laughed.

“Actually, that’s a snake!” Smudge corrected. The snake had a rattle on the tip of its tail, and its fangs were bared, angry, twirling around Jack.

“IS JACK GONNA BE OKAY!?” Chester shrieked, leaping to Jack and the snake, until Smudge stomped his paw on Chester’s tail.

To clarify, I do not remember being that scared, or being panicked at all! -Chester

The snake hissed as Chester crawled closer. Smudge stepped forward.

My gift! I can understand other animals.

“Stupid cats” The snake hissed. Smudge stepped backward.

“Um… I can understand you, you know,” Smudge mumbled. The snake just got angrier.

Hello. I don’t think humans fully understand my definition.

I’m a cat, just a cool, ginger, fat cat. I have whiskers, and paws, and eyes, and a nose, and ears, and a tail. I also have the world’s most annoying brother.

He is a cat, just a dumb, white-with-black-spots, super annoying cat. He has whiskers, and paws, and eyes, and a nose, and ears, and a tail. He also has me. The world’s best brother ever.

My owner calls me lazy. That’s a bit harsh. I prefer T.I.R.E.D. It stands for:

T: Thoughtful

I: Intelligent

R: Rejuvenating

E: Elegant

D: Devoted

I always tell my brother that. He thinks it’s stupid and always uses his phrase “L.A.A.C.I.H.T.Y.T” Which doesn’t even make a real word. He says it means:

L: Life

A: As

A: A

C: Cat

I: Is

H: Harder

T: Than

Y: You

T: Think

And it may be like that for him, but that is absolutely stupid. Our life is simple; wake up, eat food, get treats, run around for a bit, take a nap, watch TV, watch my brother struggle to jump onto the couch, attack my brother, nap again, get a massage from the humans, sometimes we go on a walk- the worst part of the day, pretend I’m the kind by climbing to the top of a cat tree, meow for food, eat the food, nap some more, look out the window, and go back to sleep. Not much decision planning involved.

Anyways, I’m Chester. I don’t know what it stands for yet, but I bet it’s something amazing. My brother is just… Smudge. Boring, stupid, Smudge. I bet it stands for something stupid.

So, that's my introduction of who we are, and there is no need to-

“WROOF WOOF WARH UAGH WOOF!”

THEY GOT A DOG!?

There it is. Standing right in front of me, a giant dog who suddenly gives me a glare. How rude! I’m the king, and no serpent shall ever hiss at the great and noble king! A “Jack Russell Terrier” According to the human. And of course he names the dog Jack. What a stupid name. You know, I think our owner sucks at giving names other than to me. Because Jack is the up-most stupid name ever.

I turn to Smudge, just looking at the dog, yawning, and heading back to sleep. I gasp in awe. He must have had a prophecy! Or he’s a witch… we should kill him either way. I try to warn the human, but he just walks away. How rude.

This moment perfectly captures his phrase, LAACIHTYT. My life just became hard. I have to show the dog that I’m the boss.

I start by booping his nose and glaring at him. The dog just growls and walks over to Smudge. That’s weird. Next, I decide to go into the cabinet. It may seem like a weird idea, but hear me out. I grabbed the Peanut Butter. The perfect amount to be toxic to a dog. I don’t know if they can have peanut butter but we cats can’t so I am going to POISON HIM! I laugh an evil meow. I try to open the peanut butter. Dang it! My stupid paws don’t have thumbs. Hmmm. Oh! I knock the peanut butter onto the floor, and the lid pops off. I set up a whole trap that took almost an hour. When the dog walks in there, he will get hit on the head with a jar of peanut butter! I sit there, waiting, and I hear paw steps. I hear the peanut butter fall, and then I hear a loud shriek. I went to check it out, and realized that I had accidentally put the trap on Smudge. I try to help him. Jack comes rushing over and saves the day. Everyone, even the squirrels and birds outside, come to see the drama, and realize that Jack was a hero.

All of this work trying to prove I’m the boss made me TIRED. I’m sure Jack will never be Tired. Never. I prepare to leap onto the couch with my owner and to my surprise I see Jack already there. He has a grin on his face, almost as if he wants me to sit with him, but I would never sit with a dog. Even though I’m thinking about it. A dog bodyguard would be cool though. I sleep on the cat tree and create my evil plan.

I will make my own peanut butter trap for ME and Jack will come rushing to save the day and I will have a best friend forever so there. But I would never sit on the couch with a dog. I will make that plan in the morning, I’m too busy looking out the window.

It makes me wonder what life is like out there. I heard that Jack used to live out there. Is it as bad as it sounds? Or is it actually freedom?

Yawn.

I wake up at the top of my cat tree, cold, alone, and not on the couch. I see that Jack must have woken up already, his gentle tail wags and warm smile have disappeared. I see him at the door, just staring outside, not even wagging his tail. That’s unusual. He looks sad. I wonder why.

No! I don’t wonder why. I don’t feel bad. I refuse to moon like them.

I stretch and climb down, out of the cat tree. I jump onto the couch and feel the prick of stray hairs. Dog hairs. I glare at Jack, and when he sees me, his tail bundles up with joy and wiggles all about. His tongue lolls out and a smile shines on his face. I can’t help but stop glaring and just enjoy his good morning welcome.

The couch seat feels warm. I wonder if Jack feels warm too. The cat tree certainly isn’t warm. I hear Smudge yowling his long, sorrowful yawns from across the room. I stick my ears to my head. I will not listen to that jumble mumble all day. I curled up in the spot where Jack was sleeping last night. He leaps up onto the couch and curls up next to me. It’s warm. But I have to do my plan.

I set up the exact same trap and waited. Jack is approaching. I release the trap and feel my soul almost leave my body. A creamy substance crawls over my vision. I can’t see, I can’t breathe, I can’t even eat it to make it go away. The taste in my mouth sticks it shut with the sticky peanut butter. I yowl for help, in pain, and Jack comes bolting over. He grabs the jar off my head and licks the rest of the peanut butter off my face. He grabs me by the scruff of my neck and I watch Smudge as he walks by. I feel embarrassed. Is that a feeling? I have never felt it before. As king, I shouldn’t have to feel it.

I feel like Jack made a hierarchy thing, and he put me on the bottom.

As my thoughts invade my happiness, I feel a bolt of cold pain as he drops me and I plummet into a freezing cold bathtub. Bubbles surround me and I even hear the squeaky duck screaming for help.

SO COLD! How do humans handle this? I try to slip out, but my paws slide off the walls of the tub. AAAAH! The human walks in. He grabs a bottle and pours what feels like gallons of soap onto my head. I see Smudge walk in and he chuckles, and leaves.

Yep. I’m definitely on the bottom. But since when!? I used to be the king, the one cat in charge.

I feel my fur droop heavily, and my fluffy appearance is gone. Why did Smudge do this to me! This must be his doing! I am going to claw his face off.

After the bath, I feel like the world hates me. I shake out my fur and Jack licks all the flying droplets. Smudge just walks up to me and says:

“Finally got my revenge,” He says, booping me on the nose. “After years of you acting like the king.”

But I am the king! Totally not fair! Hm… maybe if I go outside I’ll show him.

I look out the window, and see the cat door flopping in the wind. Why didn’t I think of that before! I bolt out the door and take a deep breath of fresh air. Jack sees that I got out of the house and immediately runs after me. He starts licking me all over and I try to get away. I jump over the fence and he scrapes it with his paws, trying to get up as well. He fails. Success! Time to get away from here. I hear a THUD and see him behind me. Great. Not-Success. Horrible, horrible failure. I didn’t know dogs could jump! Then I see Jack turn around back to the fence and I have a horrible feeling in my chest. We hear our owner panicking. We don’t know what he’s saying, but all we can hear is:

“Where did my service dog go!? No no nooooo!”

Jeez, he sounds sad. What’s his problem? Suddenly, I hear the loud yowls of Smudge as he jumps over the fence as well. Great, are all of my enemies coming with me? We have to get out of here before our owner finds us. I don’t care if I accidentally lose them, I didn’t ask for them to be on this trip anyways! Ungrateful slugs.

I bolt into the forest and take a deep breath of fresh air. Then I hear the weak, insufferable cries of Smudge, the poor cat who never wanted to leave his poor house. I turn around to take a break from looking at that awkward cat, and see Jack just sitting in front of me. I thought he was behind me! How did he catch up!? You know what, it’s fine if we leave Smudge behind, let's just get out of here.

No matter how far I run and how long I keep the pace, Jack always ends up catching up. How is he this fast? He’s just a dog. I give him a popular cat signal used among the cats who are kind of like underdogs, “Lead the way” And Jack immediately understands. What is wrong with this dog? I see him dash ahead into the cornfield, and I struggle to keep up. Now I see how Smudge feels! I take a break in the middle of the field to take a nap.

I have never slept more hungry.

I finally woke up because my stomach hates me. I yawn and see Jack laying beside me, and Smudge curled up on his back. I guess Jack came back for us. And Smudge caught up. Maybe it won’t be this bad. Jack licks my fur and I paw him away. I decide to prank Smudge by jumping onto Jack’s back and forcing Smudge to roll off his back. He immediately startles awake and I lick my paw to act as if nothing happened. He glares at me and Jack starts running around the field to get rid of his unlimited supply of energy.

I think he gets it from satellites.

I join him in running around and realize I don’t get energy from satellites. I get it from naps. I really think we should be leaving this cornfield, I can’t see beyond the infinite fields of yellow wheat and corn. I have to constantly push it out of my face so I can see. I reckon if I start leaving the others will follow. They don’t. That’s fine. I don’t need them.

I planned on travelling alone anyways.

I hear a weird sound in the distance. It sounds like a bird but I don’t recognize it. I’m awesome so I recognize everything. WHAT is that INFEEBLE sound!

CcccccAAW! CcccccccAAAW! CccccccAAAAW! CccccccAAW

I wonder what it means. I see a little black bird. Aw, it must be a crow. I have seen it on the TV before. Never in real life though. I wonder what 4 caws mean. And it sounds different from the TV. It sounds raspy. Like it’s angry.

CAW!...CAW!...

After that call, I see more of them appear. It turns from 1 to 3. 3 to 8. 8 to 20. 20 to 50. Almost enough of the giant black birds to blot out the entire sky.

CAW! CAW! CAW!

The little one chants. Crows are weird. After that holds a silence, and then one walks up to me as if I stepped on his last can of tuna.

CAW

I think I have seen the crows on TV do that before. I think it means “Hi” But I’m no crow expert. I hiss, just to see how they react. Suddenly it’s a giant flurry of black feathers and loud shrieks and crows and blood and fur everywhere. I try to escape in the chaos. It’s almost like they are after me! How rude. I know it sounds embarrassing, but at that point I was yowling for Jack to come rescue me. Smudge pokes Jack on the nose and his expression is hilarious! He looks like he saw someone ate human food. He bolts towards the drama and I think I’m alive.

Surprisingly.

I see a flurry of feathers as I roll down a hill down to where Smudge is.

“Dude, are you okay? You look like-” Smudge starts.

“Like I stepped on the crow’s last can of tuna? Yeah, I know.” I finished for him.

“No, like you just got beat up. Look at your reflection!” Hah! Yeah right. As if I could. We are literally in a cornfield.

“Where’s Jack?” I say, demanding a different conversation.

“Dude, he totally saved your life back there. He’s beating up those birds.”

I go to help Jack and we follow the tornado of birds for some reason. The small one struggles to fly, and suddenly we see a canyon.

Wait, a canyon?

In the middle of a cornfield?

What?

I’m not going to question that. The little crow almost falls to his doom. But Jack, being a stupid “Hero” Decides to save the crow. Well, now we have another addition to the stupid crew. A gullible dog, a lazy cat, a crow that can’t fly, and me, the only good member, and obviously should be appointed the leader, Chester.

Jack, being idiotic, tries chasing the crow even after he saved it. The crow is trying to fly, but gravity pulls him down. Smudge yowls in his hunger and annoyance.

“I told you we never should have came out here!” Smudge meows in pain, pulling a splinter out of his paw. Tiny bugs and critters scuttled out of the way every time I took a step. I don’t mind it.

Jack gives up chasing the crow and instead decides that his tail murdered his entire family and chases it instead. Well, we need food. Maybe rescuing a crow that couldn’t fly wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Alright, focus on the little bird. Remember all the training you had- training by watching other animals hunt on the TV. I prepare to pounce, but accidentally fall on top of Smudge. He swats at me and I get off him. I prepare to give up, but I hear a mouse.

A mouse! Incredible. I shall catch that. I sneak up on it and this time I actually catch it. Yay!

“Can I have some?” Smudge says. WHAT? HOW RUDE. I’M THE HUNGRY ONE HERE! OH ALL THE CAT GODS LOOK AT ME DEAR OLD SMUDGE IS HAVING A FIT.

“No.” I responded. Just plain, old, NO. I caught this and it’s mine. I open my jaws to eat it and Smudge rips it away from the ground. I turn to the crow.

The crow might be lucky again. I must… I have to… I’M SO HUNGRY. I screech, and Smudge sees I’m finally cracking, and uses it to his advantage.

“Oh man buddy, it’s tough out here. The struggle for food, the-”

“Don’t start. I know you're trying to get me to leave. I’m staying. The main reason I left is to get away from you delusional dimwits.” I growl. I snatch the mouse from where he left it and eat it in front of him. “The mouse was mine anyways, don’t be a jerboa-head.” Smudge just gasps.

“I could go for a jerboa right now, if they have them here.” Smudge says, changing the subject. The crow, learning our language, stands on Smudge’s head and screeches in his ear.

JERBOA-HEAD JERBOA-HEAD CAAAAAAAAAWWW

I roll my eyes.

“Even the crow agrees how stupid you are. We need to get out of this cornfield.” I say, pawing at the crow, but it keeps hopping away. “JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!” I yowl. He comes running. I hop on his back and Smudge winces.

“That was my spot,” He said scornfully.

“I guess you’ll have to walk!” I say, waving my paw around as if I’m shooing him away like an egyptian king. Off we go on a grand adventure! The crow doesn’t go more than 2 tail lengths closer to Jack. I think he doesn’t want to get eaten. WHAT A SHAME! I leap off Jack’s back, pouncing at the crow. When I look in my paws, they are empty, except for a few black feathers. I look at the crow sitting on Smudge’s back, and I watch as Smudge took my spot on Jack’s back. I glare at him and continue walking. My legs start to hurt- how does Jack go this long?

I start to walk slower. Jack becomes smaller and smaller. I yell at them to wait for me, and Smudge signals Jack to move faster. I try to keep up, but Jack keeps speeding up. I finally got lost. Oh well.

CAW CAW CAW!!!

Oh great.

CcccccccAW! CccccccAW!

I try to run but the crows surround me. I don’t know what happened, because no one was there to help me. All I know is that I survived.

I don’t know where I woke up. But I was surrounded by water. I hear a shriek in the distance. What is that sound? A giant gray monster stands in front of me. I startled back. She lifts up her trunk, amused. I start sneaking away, but it follows me.

“Watcha doin’?” It says. AAAAAAH! IT SPEAKS!

“Um, if you can’t tell, I just got attacked by like, 50,000 birds.” I say sarcastically.

“That’s a lot. I see the feathers” She says, spraying water at me.

“What was that for!? Who are you!?” I say, hissing.

“I saved you, chillax,” She says angrily. “I’m Alyssa!” More of the gray monsters appear. Are they elephants? W-what?

“You saved me? Pfft, I’m the king of all cats. Foolish mortal!” So wait, am I in Africa? Uh oh, that’s probably not anywhere near Jack…

CAAAAW! CHESTER CHESTER 123!

I turn around to see Smudge, Jack, and the annoying crow bolting towards me. I can’t help but smile. They came to rescue me!

“Chester! Dude, look at the water! Seriously!” Smudge growls. I roll my eyes and look in my reflection. I’m hideous! I try to shake off the feathers. Smudge just laughs. “Who knew we lived in Africa? This place is sick!”Smudge says, rubbing Jack on the head. Jack grins and sniffs me for clarification that I’m me. The crow just hops on my head and caws in my ear.

JERBOA-HEAD JERBOA-HEAD

“Dude, why didn’t you call for help after being attacked?” Smudge says, licking his paw.

“ARE YOU AN IDIOT!? YOU TOLD JACK TO SPEED UP! BY THEN YOU WERE MILES AWAY!” I screech. Jack looks ashamed.

“Dude, with that voice, even our owner could hear if you called for help.”

I look embarrassed. Is my voice really that loud? Jack licks me and I try to paw him away.

“DOGS ARE SO WEIRD!” I say. Jack doesn’t even understand what I said, and continues to act like I am awesome. As he should! A bunch of snail heads! I need to get out of here. No way we are adding an elephant to the crew. It’s already enough having a stupid cat always begging to go home.

Suddenly, a dragon appears and burns almost the entire earth. We fly into space and have no oxygen. WHAT IS HAPPENING? Everything turns black.

I wake up on Jack’s back, Smudge barely following us. The crow, still hopping along, decides to hop onto my back. We should teach this thing how to fly so it can leave us alone! So… it was all a dream? I’m still on the dog’s back? I shake out my fur, trying to contemplate what happened.

But, something definitely changed. We aren’t in a cornfield anymore. We are in a forest! I see a flurry of red fur as a fox dashes across the fields. I hop off Jack’s back. Hopefully this isn’t another dream. I point my nose to the fox. It quickly bolts into the bushes. I hope we can catch up. I start running- how do so many animals do this? My legs are already burning. Jack quickly picks me up and dashes after the fox. After chasing the fox, I start to feel like this is another dream. A thousand beady eyes staring at me! A thousand orange tails tipped with white. I back away, but one picks me up by the scruff of my neck and bows to me. What? Why? I try to get away and the crow pecks at the fox. The fox snaps at the crow. Well that was weird. We move on with our day.

Smudge starts doing his calming ritual. He says to enjoy the simple things in life. Observe them. Well, alright. I’ll observe some ants. Maybe a leaf. I’ll start with a leaf because it’s easier to find. I jump off Jack’s back and pick up a leaf. It has 3 sides poking out. It came from a maple tree, I think. The tree has syrup inside. Wow, incredible. How awesome. Next are ants. I don’t feel any calmer. I hop onto Jack’s back and look for ants. I wonder where they are… I try to call out.

“ANTS! AAAANTS! ANTSSSS! COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE!!!!!” I screech. Smudge pins his ears to his head and puts his paw to my mouth.

“That is NOT what I meant! Why are you looking for things when you can enjoy what is here right now?” Smudge yells. I snort and continue looking. I see tiny specks of dirt, but nothing small enough to make me enjoy life. Smudge nearly falls down laughing, but Jack decides he wants to help me look. We completely leave Smudge behind so he can laugh his tail off, but we are on a noble mission! I must seek calm.

Namaste

Wow, I feel soooooooooooooo much better, thanks for all the help, Smudge! I knew he couldn’t hear me because it was in my head.

Jack starts howling that he found something. I charge to the site and see a huge mound. That has ants, yes, but there's a lot… is this a supercolony? Those exist? Coooool!

That’s so cool! I shall enjoy them. Suddenly, they start crawling in weird shapes. Are they spelling out a word? I’m not good at reading. I’m a cat. This guy needs to go to school. Wait, if they know how to spell, I SHOULD GO TO SCHOOL! GASP! What are they spelling?

Y

O

U

G

O

O

N

A

M

I

S

S

I

O

N

“You go on a mission”? What does that mean? I am certainly not going on a mission. I just want to go back home. These ants are mean. I don’t want to do a mission. Find someone else. I ain’t the kind of cat for that. Maybe Smudge and Jack. Even though I’m a king, I will not go on a stupid mission.

“YO I’M NOT GOING ON YOUR STUPID MISSION I’M A KING.”

Chapter 2

Jack’s POV

What is the cat doing? Staring at ants? That’s cool. I should join, he needs help. Ooooh is that a butterfly?

All his life, Jack thought he could be useful. Me being a cat, I seriously doubt that. He always helps me, but since this is from his POV, I’ll shut up and let you listen to his thoughts. -Chester

Well, I’m outside. This is what I wanted. It’s almost as good as where my real home is! Man, I miss my friends.

Are they looking for me? Hmmm… I can’t really remember.

Oh great, do I have to tell his story? Fine… -Chester

He was born in a tiny box, snuggling up next to his mother in the cold rain. Jack always wondered who his father was. He never saw him. Mama always told him to be patient, and that he’s a service dog so he can’t visit. The cold rain slid off his muzzle as he waited every day, every night, waiting to see him. The way he was described, he sounded awesome. Like a super strong hero that could lift the entire earth just to move it away from an incoming meteor. His mother always called him to come back home. It was cold and wet. But he knew his father would save him one day. And one day, Jack got curious. He ventured far away from the box. It was cold, and he couldn’t feel his paws anymore. He was determined to see his father. Until it all went black. He felt warmth, but didn’t dare to wake up, just to be inside the cold wet box again… but instead of the box, he woke up in a small cabin. He saw a golden retriever wagging his tail, waiting for him to wake up.

“Son,” he murmured, just loud enough for Jack to hear. Jack wagged his tail.

“Father father!” He squeaked.

Eugh. My voice hurts now. -Chester

I’m going to help the cat look at ants! Oh, but what about the other cat? He’s missing out! What a shame. I should warn him. Has he told the orange cat he can speak dog yet? Maybe I should tell him. But he won’t understand. Only Smudge can understand. That’s sad. He should learn how to speak dog.

Hmm. Home… I think I remember a bit now. But I certainly do not miss the cold, the rain, something inside me feels like there was more to my backstory. I could-

“YO I’M NOT GOING ON YOUR STUPID MISSION I’M A KING” Chester yells, sternly. What is he up to? Hrm. I have to make sure he is okay! Woah… the ants are spelling something? That’s weird. ARE THEY SECRET GENIUSES? Woah, Jack, calm down… Support Chester. Lick him. Wag your tail, and look at him with puppy eyes. I wish I could just tell him “Chester it’s going to be okay” But I know he wouldn’t understand… that would be useless then. Hmmmm…

I trot up to Chester and he edges away, pawing at my nose. How rude. I get that he’s the leader, but I would never do something mean like that!

“Wait, a prophecy? What?” Chester says, his hackles rising.

Okay, point of fact, I do not remember panicking like that! That’s just outrageous. -Chester

Smudge describes everything to me.

“So, it turns out the ants were spelling out stuff. First they spelled ‘YOU GO ON A MISSION’ which doesn’t make sense, and then they started describing a prophecy-type of thing” Smudge waved his paws around, as if I didn’t understand his own words. Hrmff!

“It’s kind of weird. They spelled out:

From softest fur to roughened bark,

The world's great purpose leaves its mark.

Slime-hound's snarl and dragon's grace,

Each twist and turn, a destined place.

Before true home can be regained,

A forgotten wisdom must be unchained

“Which is really creepy.” Smudge gave a dramatic shiver, which would have won him an award, if cats cared about human things.

QUITE OBVIOUSLY, after, the ants weren’t coherently spelling weird prophecies anymore. Just doing normal ant stuff. Boring. -Chester

Smudge runs to Chester to tell him all about what happened.

“Dude, I swear, it was real. They were spelling out, like, giant letters, as far as an eagle eye could see. And it’s about us! The softest fur- we have super fluffy fur, we are cats. And roughened bark? Jack’s always running into trees. And he barks.” Hey I don’t always run into trees! I will HIT YOU, Smudge!

“Unchain? We are not prisoners, you idiot, I’m a king! And kings don’t go on missions, they send others on missions. The thing I’m going to do is go back home and get some tuna.” Oh, the crow is hopping onto Chester’s head! Kill him! Aww, he’s just cawing in his ear.

CAW CAW KING CAT MISSION CAW!

I smile. But then… I smell something. A familiar smell.

DON’T TELL ME I HAVE TO TELL MORE OF HIS STORY AAAARFHH! -Chester

He taught Jack everything. How to understand cats, how to help lost humans, how to help blind people, how to identify someone’s heart rate, how to know if someone was having a nightmare. Jack finally ventured out on his own. He met a ton of puppies that he became friends with. He was best friends with one dog in particular- a German Shepherd. They were best buddies- until one day a flood came. It washed away all the puppies. Jack was blamed for it. After that, they never spoke again. Jack was on his own. He travelled so far he didn’t know where he was. He thought he was hallucinating. He saw a blue glow in the distance. The entire forest looked beautiful. A variety of different colors of fireflies. But he could see the blue glow across the entire valley. He would not give up until he found the source. It was daytime. All he saw was a weird tiger. The tiger stared. They sat there, and once Jack thought it was awkward and tried to get away, it followed. The tiger then went the opposite direction. Jack followed. They had a true loyalty that spoke not in words, but in friendship. This friendship would last longer than the one he had with the German Shepherd. He just knew it.

They did everything together- hunted food, explored the forest. Until the sun finally set. Jack tried to tell the tiger that he was in search of a glowing blue light, and hoped the tiger would follow. He led the way and didn’t turn back. Suddenly, he noticed the glowing thing was gone. Had he gone past it? Had the glowing thing moved to a different location? He turned everywhere, looking for a soft blue glow, even the faintest trace of blue. He turned around and had to shield his eyes from the brightness.

The tiger glowed with an eerie, prominent, light blue glow that could fill the entire sky if the little tiger cub was big enough. She opened her mouth and mewed a tiny

Reeeaaaor!

Jack had finally found the glowing blue light, a bright neon tiger cub.

Something about this “Mythical forest” sounds familiar…

Oh well! I better go comfort Chester now- wait, what is that smell? It smells like someone I used to know. Wait, there’s another smell too. One I don’t recognize. Before I know it, I’m walking to the smell. 2 Greyhounds! I don’t remember meeting them. Something about their looks make me crouch low to the ground. One of them clearly smelled me. He scrunches up his nose in disgust.

“HEY! I DON’T STINK!” I yell. Uh oh. That wasn’t a good idea. I don’t know why. I’m bowing. The greyhounds look mad- no wonder. They have scars on their face. Were they in a battle? “Sorry uh, I just need to go talk to someone!” I say, trying to be polite. I run to Smudge. “Hey, buddy, you need to help me! There’s two greyhounds and-” My soul leaves my body as Chester, Smudge, and even the crow immediately run away for dear life. I turn around to see the two fierce dogs glaring at me.

“You are coming with us, by the authority of the enclave. Brutus is to be wondering what you are doing on our territory, let alone with- with those little flea-bags. Burley, go tell the others we are expecting a- whatever type of dog this is, at our court.” The burly one says. It’s kind of confusing. One is burly- strong, probably the leader of the patrol. The other one is Burley- quite literally a burley colored greyhound. My brain hurts.

“Yes, sir! But um… Spyro, he smells familiar. Like, I think I smelled his scent on Brutus before.” Burley says.

“Brutus? No, that’s impossible. Perhaps you smell it on his tail- he never washes it. Perhaps he knew him a long time ago. But not now. He would never be near this scum-bag.”

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Its almost a plush igloo but it looks more like a dumpling

The most powerful cat in the Universe

My cat looks like a gremlin

(Im new to this wiki so I’m not sure if this is appropriate)

But my cat jumped into the sewer!

BACKROUND INFO STUFF

So I live in suburban area, there are rectangular windows right underneath some parts of the sidewalk that lead down into the sewer. It’s about 2 1/2 ish maybe feet wide. And like 6 inches ish tall but big enough for tennis/base balls, sideways skateboards, shoes, frisbees, and apparently a cat to fit through. I have a relatively large one 1/2 year old black cat American shorthair I think but his mom was a stray so I’m not sure. He likes to go outside a lot and we let him, because our neighborhood is safe and our neighbors and nice and their cats go out too. he always comes back in an hour or two and in one piece! So I never though anything bad would happen. He also has a brother cat who goes outside too.

STORY

So it all started when he came to the door but when I opened he didn’t come in and just meowed. So I went outside with him and he started walking out of the Cole de sac and a few times he rolled over and layed down and kept looked back at me to make sure I was following. I though this was all very strange but I though he was leading me to a bird he killed or something. But he went to the sewer and jumped in. What do I do? Is he okay?

Edit: I thought I should clarify it is a curb inlet that collects water from the street and has no grate. so I'm not sure if sewer is the right word

I have had milo for a couple of years, some months ago he got attacked by another cat and slashed open his legs, i awoke this morning and he turned into a bomb??

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Is it cool?