Hours later, Chloe was in her living room in deep thought. Was Old Roger a member? she asked herself quietly, closing her eyes. The tabby cat was taken back to her days of being a kitten living in the apartment building. Her best friend was an old bloodhound with a missing right leg and nearly blind. His name was Old Roger.
Chloe remembered wistfully how Old Roger had told her about his time on the streets before becoming a pet. He claimed to be a part of a large pack in Brooklyn who enjoyed killing. The old bloodhound finally fled a few months earlier at the time. Sighing, Chloe quickly scolded herself, What's the point of blaming Old Roger for being a member of Death and Darkness?! He's dead! Huffing, she stared at her front door...
Myron and several other hamsters scurried around the apartment while Pops sat in his bed, his chin resting on his paws. Marty, why? Is this all happening because of what happened between the two of us years ago? he questioned himself. Letting out a long sigh, Pops glanced to his right at the darkening sky over the city, blaming himself for the recent events...
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The Secret Life of Pets Problems in New York
FanfictionAs the pets try to settle down from recent events, problems begin arising. A mysterious dog threatens their lives. Also, some pets are dealing with personal problems of their very own. Will Max and his friends triumph over these challenges or will t...
