Life of a Cat (ALL ORIGINAL)

Chapter Two: Another Favor

(((((I AM SO SORRY FOR WAITING SO LONG TO POST THIS, I HAVE HAD IT DONE FOR A LONG TIME! I HOPE YOU ENJOY PIPSQUEAK'S LITTLE THING!)))))

I hissed back, trying to roll over to see what was pressing against my back. Rolling over, I saw the red and black fur of my buddy Hisser. He laughed a bit, getting off of me. I hissed at him again, knowing that he was about ten times my size anyways. I rushed at the dropped hot-dog, nearly getting stepped on by so many humans as I was attempting to get to it. Hisser's heavy paws thundered against the pavement behind me, and I turned around to see that he was having no trouble at all weaving between the human legs. "Come on, Pipsqueak, I trained you better than that," he said, narrowing his green eyes at me.

Hissing at him louder, I made the stupid mistake of lunging at him. I managed to tackle him to the ground, kicking at his stomach with my hind legs for a few hits before he rolled the two of us over. He pinned me down hard, his heavy figure pressing all the air from my lungs as his sharp claws rested at my throat. I continued kicking at his stomach, my hiss turning into a snarl. A few of the humans nearby began backing out of our way, looking down at us in shock.

The fight between me and Hisser lasted for about five more minutes, until finally a little boy walked by and tried pulling Hisser off of me. He said some jumbled human words, screaming quietly when Hisser swatted at his bare legs and snagged his skin. Seeing the opportunity, I dashed to the hot-dog and grabbed it in my small jaws before bolting back into the alley.

I heard Hisser running behind me, but I didn't take a second to slow down. My legs were sore from fighting Hisser, my paws burning from scrapes the hard-paths had left on them as they rubbed raw. Heart hammering, vision going fuzzy, I continued my pace until I could no longer tell where I was. At this point, I slowed down, knowing that Hisser wouldn't ever go someplace he didn't know. Shaking off my dripping wet fur, I glanced around the place I was in.

None of the surrounding areas looked familiar to me, except for the hard-path tunnel I called my home. A ragged blanket was bunched in a pile in the center, still dry from the battering rain. Next to the blanket sat a tattered stuffed rabbit, the white fluffy insides sticking out at the bigger holes. I don't remember where the rabbit came from; as far as I know, I've always had it.

Slowly padding over to the hard-path tunnel, I plopped down onto the blanket. It felt so good to finally rest my tiny, tired body. The second my head rested against the familiar feel of the blanket, I began falling to sleep. My dozing was quickly interrupted my the sound of human feet rushing my way, making jerk up and look around abruptly. The human legs rushed past the entrance of the hard-path tunnel, the sight of white silk fur catching my eyes. Padding over to the edge of the tunnel, I peeked out to see the human girl from before running through the rain to a tall brick building, her mother trailing close behind.

I watched them curiously, watching as they walked through a wooden door before slamming it closed again. As it slammed, it slowly swung back open. I saw my chance, so I bristled up against the rain and team through the door, heart hammering in my chest.