.Kittypet.Dreams.

[miss. s k i p]

H U C K L E

The adventures of a ordinary kittypet.
To accomplish great things, we must dream as well as act.

Jaws parted, Huckle searched the morning air, searching it for the delightful scent of the plump mouse he had just seen scavenging through the weeds in his twoleg garden. Catching it's scent he looked, nudging at a dark green leaf, and revealed a plump mouse. With a powerful leap, he pounced with claws unsheathed. But they came back with nothing. Just like always. Opening his golden eyes, he blinked away the sleep. Bright light was seeping in from the window in one of the twoleg kit's nests, hitting Huckle's long black fur, warming him and the pink comforter he was laying on. He had the dream again. The vivid dream where he was so close to mouse he could practically hear it's tiny heart pumping wildly in fear. His paws dove dream after dream after that same mouse. And they always came back empty.

He heaved himself to his paws, and leaped off the comfortable bed. He padded down the hallway and down the steps, his kittypet collar jingling. He turned the corner and headed to where his food was located on top of a green table. He jumped up onto the table and dove his nose into his food bowl and munched on some of the grainy kibbles, downing them as if they were bits of squirrel flesh. After he had his fill, he leaped back off the table, and trotted back upstairs, leaving pad marks on the soft, beige carpet. He crossed the living room and came to the thick, glass door. He wiped his paws on it, trying to catch a twolegs attention. Not getting it, he began snagging his claw on the rubber trimming, making a clicking noise. Huckle purred as he heard the twoleg sigh and come to the door, opening it for him.

As the door swung open, he could practically feel the heat absorbing into his long, black pelt. His ears and nose twitched, taking in all the sounds and smells. Even though he'd been outside many times, the sights and smells seemed to change everytime. Shaking his fur, he lumbered his large body over to the twoleg garden, in search of glorious catmint. Finding some, he slowley nibbled a leaf, letting the sweet taste soak into his tongue. Huffing gently, scents of lavender and marigold swarmed his nostrils. He stretched his claws, raking them across the pebbley ground of the garden pathway, and lay down. He closed his eyes, listening to the noisy twoleg mosters roaring past on the thunderpath, and the sounds of the new twolegs across the street moving in the furniurre across the street, their kits playing in the front yard, shrieking and crying out in laughter.

Huckle raised his head and opened his eyes when he heard the back door close with a bang. It was one of his twoleg kits. He was carrying a black and white ball. He set it down and kciked it across the yard, where it landed in a net with a whoosh. The kit ran over and took the ball back a little ways, then set it down and kicked it again, this time it flew sideways in the air, stright towards Huckle! Huckle winced as it landed a few inches away from him, sending pebbles flying. He took off running to teh saftey of the deck, ears flattened to his head and tail poofed out in fright. He padded at the door, and eventually a twoleg let him inside. He was ready for a cat-nap.

After a good rest, Huckle was ready to go back outside. He performed the same routine he had done earlier, and was let out. He lay next to the wooden deck in the grass, and thought. He wanted to catch something. In his lifetime, he had only been able to catch a few things, as it hid well away from the twoleg neighborhood, only coming closer on occasion. He searched the air for the musky scent of prey. Finding nothing, he padded across the short grass, closer to a large tangled bush. Rabbit! He scented two of them! Inching farther into the bush, he sighted them. A mother rabbit and a baby. He decided that he probobly had no chance of catching the fast, full grown rabbit, but maybe, just maybe the young rabbit. It would be slower, and less experienced.

As Huckle got as close as possible, his collar gave the tiniest jingle, and the mother heard him, letting out a sharp sqeak and fleeing quickly. The young rabbit's eyes darted from side to side, trying to find the best escape. Huckle's muscles tensed beneath his think coat, ready for the rabbit's move. Finally, it leaped to the left, and Huckle darted after it. He swiped out with his front paw, catching it's hind leg. The rabbit got free, and ran faster. But Huckle ran just as fast. Again he swiped, this time with his claws unsheathed. He snagged it's flank, the rabbit squeeling pain and terror. This drove Huckle even more. He could practically taste the blood running down his throat. Bringing the rabbit down, he bit into it's neck, and heard it click. The rabbit went limp. He tossed it around for a bit, then took a few bites.

Not feeling very hungry, he decided to show his twolegs what he had caught. Wouldn't they be proud? He dragged it up to the doorstep and wiped his paw on the door. From inside he heard a shriek and saw the biggest twoleg coming towards him with a long pole, yelling at him in twoleg language. Frightened and confused, he dropped the rabbit and fled from the deck. He didn't understand why they yelled when he showed them his hard work. He shook his fur and sat down. He licked his paw and wiped it down his pelt, grooming himself. After a few minutes, he trotted up to the door again and waited to be let inside. Once inside, he padded into the room with the pink comforter and hopped up on the bed. Curling into a ball, he drifted into deep sleep.

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[miss. s k i p]

L I T T L E · B O

"The average day of another household kittypet."

Blinking the sleep from her eyes, Little Bo yawned and stretched her claws, hooking them onto the cream colored carpet. Getting to her paws, she shook her short, glossy coat. Her thin body weaved through the twoleg clothing hung from the closet and she stepped daintily into the open room. She sniffed the air, the smell of her twolegs lingering in her nostrils. She padded into the hallway, taking the time to peek her nose inside the twoleg kits rooms, mewing softly, looking for them. Instead of a twoleg kit, the older alpha cat of the house's head shot up. Huckle. He was a huge, long-haired cat with a grumpy attitude. Gray hairs poofed out of his ears and sprouted among his black locks. He let out a disgrunted meow and let his head fall back on the pink comforter.

That Huckle always sleeps in so late! Bo thought. But not her. She wanted to get a early start on her day. She padded into the living room and trotted quickly to the door, seeing the thick glass door left open. Her fur prickled with excitement. She had wasn't allowed outside, unlike Huckle, and had only been out a few times when the twolegs weren't looking. Bam! Bo jumped back as her nose hit a screen. She looked up and saw that the door wasn't open after all, but was closed with a scratchy netting. Sighing with disapointment, Bo flopped down on the carpet and wiped her tongue over her scratched nose. She finally got to her paws and decided to do the next best thing from actually being outside. The screen porch. She stood in the dining room and mewed her little lungs out. The twoleg kit sitting at the computer got up and let her out on the porch.

Purring with happiness, she leaped over the thresh-hold and onto the rough, bumpy carpeting of the screened in porch. Sights and smells of the outdoors flooded her eyes and nose. Bo leaped up onto the back of the weaved chairs and layed down. Her eyes skimmed over the landscape of the backyard. Her head flung to the left when she spotted a bird, a dark brown bird with a bright red chest. She planted a mental picture of the animal in her brain, reminding herself to ask Huckle about it later. Her tail flipped back and forth as the thrill of the hunt overtook her. After a few minutes, noises of the twoleg nest roused her from her trance. She climbed down from the chair and layed on the carpet. She let her head rest on the ground, and she drifted into sleep.

Little Bo's small paws gripped the soft ground of the backyard, green grass tickling her paw pads. Her ears twitched towards the corner of the yard, under the maple tree. She had spotted the red-chested bird with brown wings and back. Immediatley, she dropped into a hunting crouch, shoulder's hunched and ears flat. The blacks of her eyes grew rounder and rounder as she approched the bird. It pecked at the ground, it's beak coming back empty. Little Bo was only a a pounce away, and she took a final look at her prey before pouncing. But it was changing! It's red and brown feathers were sprouting long black furs and its beak transforming into a fuzzy nose, whiskers growing from it's cheeks, and triangular ears popping from the top of its head. She was no longer staring face to face with a bird, but with Huckle.

His deep mew woke her from her dream, and she jumped to her paws, startled. Dreaming again Bo? Huckle chuckled teasingly. Bo narrowed her eyes indignantly and ignored his question. She decided to ask him about the bird. Huckle, have you ever seen a brown bird with a red chest?" Huckle nodded. "They are called robins, and they peck the ground for worms to feed their babies. I wouldn't suggest catching them though, they are pretty fast." Bo nodded, and looked back out the screen, marveling at the wildlife buzzing around her. She looked back and saw Huckle ambling off, probobly to get a nibble of the dry kittypet food. Little Bo hopped out of the screen porch and found herself at the bottom of her cat tree. She scrambled up the base and from their on she leaped skillfully onto the mid-section and came to a halt on the roof. She nudged the top of the curtain away and looked out the glass door. She saw it had began to sprinkle down tiny raindrops. Bo pressed her face into the glass and watched the rain fall.

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