1st Chapter in my story

Here it is:

Chapter 1

The puppy whined desolately. It nosed the cold iron bars of the kennel and whined again. It hadn’t known anything but this harsh treatment. Its mixed bowl of water and kibble, for it’s owners hadn’t wanted to spend too much money on it, lay cast aside. Around it, other dogs barked, growled, and whined in the dark room. Most of them had never known a comfortable life, the puppy knew, from hearing their stories. The Gloved Man had caught them. Ironic, the puppy thought. I know everybody else’s story but mine.

Suddenly, the sliver of light under the door widened, and the Gloved Man stepped in. He was wearing a heavy dark coat, brown boots, and...gloves. When the Gloved Man pulled on those gloves, things were never good. Dogs disappeared, never to be seen again. Or they came back with completely changed personalities.

The Gloved Man stepped slowly through the doorway. The dogs all held their breath. Who would be taken?

The puppy squeezed its eyes closed. It sensed the Gloved Man passing. The puppy let out a huge breath. Then the Gloved Man stopped. He turned and reached for the puppy’s cage. It huddled in a corner. There was a rattling, and then those huge hands reached into the cage. They wrapped themselves around the puppy. The puppy looked around in wide-eyed terror. It had never realized how many dogs were in the room. It barely had any time to look around, before the Gloved Man stepped towards the doorway.

***

“Hi honey, I’m home,” Rob called as he stepped through the doorway. Sandy was in the kitchen, opening a can a tuna for Myra.

Myra the cat stepped down the stairs. Late again, Rob, she thought. Rob ignored her and walked away to the kitchen. Myra sat down on the rug and started licking her paw. Annoying how humans ignore me, she thought, drawing the paw over her ear. After all, I always have better solutions.

Myra padded into the kitchen. There was a box on the counter, and some sort of snuffing coming from it. There were holes in the box. Wait...No, it couldn’t be...

The Andy child teetering into the kitchen distracted Myra.

“Kitteh!” the Andy child squealed. His chubby fingers closed around Myra’s leg.

“No, no, Andy,” scolded Sandy. “We do NOT grab the kitty’s leg.”

Yes, thought Myra. As if I’m not here.

The box rattled again. The Andy child released Myra and stumbled toward the box on the counter.

“Oh yes, Andy,” said Rob. “I almost forgot!” He picked up the box and bent down to Andy’s level. “I have a surprise for you!”

Andy’s fingers fumbled on the lid. Sandy laughed and helped him.

The puppy burst out, stood still for a few seconds, and went straight for Myra.

***

The puppy leaped out of the box. It had been getting so HOT in there. It looked around the new place it was in. There were three fleshy humans and a pair of discarded socks on the ground. It wasn’t like any place it had been in before. It was warm, and he wasn’t confined in any cage. He had never been warm before. The Gloved Man was not to be seen. Then he looked the other way and saw the cat.

***

“Mrrow!” Myra screeched. The puppy started charging towards her. She fluffed up her fur and hissed. The inexperienced youngster had obviously never met a cat before. It went sliding past her in an attempt to stop itself. Myra immediately sat down and returned to her calm and controlled self. Works every time, she thought as she licked her fur flat.

The puppy began to whine. Ignore it, thought Myra to the humans. It just wants attention. Of course they didn’t listen to her.

“Puppy!” the Andy child shrieked.

“What gender?” asked Sandy.

“Male,” Rob replied. Great. They never have any sense, thought Myra. Always in a frenzy.

The puppy bounded over to them. His tail wagging, he licked Andy.

“What’ll we name him?” asked Sandy.

How about Cuckoo or maybe I-don’t-like-where-this-is-going.

“How about Lucky?” suggested Rob. “After all, he is a lucky little fellow.” The puppy sat down, tail still wagging hard. How much energy that must take, thought Myra. I believe the cats’ strategy is better. Move your tail when you need to.

Life’s getting too complicated, she thought.

She had no idea what would happen in a few years.

What do you think?

Darn it did something weird with my font again.

Also, some ads I found for Animal Jam. In case you are interested:

If you can see it, the monkey is actually missing from the second ad.

Also, I have some absolutely horrible news. Corgies are about to be put on the endangered list!!!! In case you don't know, a corgi is a type of dog. They are so cute! Also, the English royal family owns corgies. They are usually tan and white with pointy ears, stubby legs and no tail. They are probably as long as your thigh (providing that you do not have a thigh that is as long as a couch).

Click the eggies!