Like Cats & Dogs | H. S.

5

"I'm sure there's some place you and Mozart can stay for the night." You say as you walk up the stairs, Harry following behind you.

"Wait a minute, why am I the one who has to leave?"

"Well... Someone has to." You head to the bedroom.

"What are you doing?"

"You told me to put my dog away." You open the door.

"Wait, not there-" He shouts when Frank bursts into the place, barking, "Mozart!"

"Frank?" You scream, watching him go underneath the bed. You and Harry instinctively go to the floor, finding the cat curled up in a ball and the dog a few feets away, staring at him.

"Sorry Mozart..." Harry sighs, "He's not going to hurt you."

"Frank doesn't hurt anyone, he just wants to play."

"Well, my cat doesn't know that." He says sarcastically, "Could you please get your dog out of my room?"

"How is this your room?" You frown, standing up.

"I was here first! See, my luggage." He points at his bags on the bed.

"Really? How about my luggage?" You point to the floor.

"I thought that was laundry."

You roll your eyes, taking your pet, walking out the door, "Let's go Frank, to somewhere more peaceful."

Harry sighs and looks under the bed again, "Come here Mozart, it's okay..."

---

"This whole house mix-up thing doesn't seem to be bothering you very much." Harry comments when he returns to the living room, seeing you playing with Frank and laughing.

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it right now. 'Que sera, sera'."

"'Que sera, sera'..."

"Yeah, whatever will be, will be. You know like the song-"

"I know where it's from." He interrupts you a bit harshly, and you frown.

"You don't have to be rude."

"I'm sorry, it's just... I like to plan, and I was planning on having some peace and quiet to get my work done."

"This wasn't exactly what I wanted when I rented the place either."

"You mean when I rented the place."

"Fine, we both rented the place, what are we gonna do about it?"

"Maybe I can help?"

You both turn to the front door as a woman enters, smiling.

"Hi... Who are you?" You ask.

"I'm Tyra Banks, I own the place."

---

"When I got the message from the rental company I came as soon as I could." Tyra says as she looks through some papers with you while Harry was on the phone.

"Thanks, it's probably just a computer glitch or something." You shrug.

"Probably, but the problem remains, I have two tenants and only one house."

"What about another rental?"

"I can put in a new request for you, but we certainly won't hear anything until tomorrow."

"And none of the hotels in this town takes pets, cats of dogs." Harry chimes in, after hanging up.

"Right, well... I'll check back with you tomorrow, but for now... I guess it's up to the both of you. Can you get along for just one night?" Tyra asks and you glance at Harry, who forces a smile, before sighing.

---

"Is it safe out here?" Harry asks as he joins you in the backyard with Mozart in his arms, while you were taking some pictures.

"Frank is asleep in the bedroom. It's not all his fault, you know." You look at him, lifting your camera up again.

"Nice camera. My dad had a d8100. You're a photographer?"

"Me? No, not really. I just like to take pictures."

"Can I see some?"

"No, I don't ever show anybody, it's just for me."

"Why not?" He frowns, and the front door's ring bell sounds.

"Oh, that's for me, I ordered pizza." You walk past him, relieved with the distraction.

"Of course you did."

"Want some?" You offer, placing the box on the counter.

"No, thank you. I'm eating raw this month." Harry declines, taking a carrot from the fridge.

You shrug, grabbing a slice as you spot Mozart eating next to his legs, "And I don't suppose your cat wants any either?"

"Definitely not. Mozart is on a special diet."

"Frank pretty much eats whatever falls on the floor."

"There you go then."

"What do you mean?"

"The difference between cats and dogs." He gives you a sarcastic smile and you shake your head.