@-ginnyy .At first, they didn’t make sense. Freaky Caht loved stalking rooftops at midnight, while Dawg Puppy 2 loved chasing butterflies in broad daylight. She shredded cushions for fun; he dragged them into the yard to nap on. They clashed, they argued, they got into plenty of trouble — but neither one could stay away for long.
One stormy night, thunder roared and rain hammered the windows. Dawg Puppy 2 whimpered, his ears flat, tail tucked. Freaky Caht padded over, curling up against him without a word.
“It’s just thunder,” she said softly. “Stay still. I’ll guard you.”
He peeked at her, eyes wide. “Promise?”
She flicked her tail, settling in closer. “Promise.”
From then on, they were a team — the freaky cat who trusted no one, and the puppy who loved everyone. She taught him patience and sharpness; he taught her warmth and joy. And when the world called them an odd pair, Dawg Puppy 2 would proudly bark, “Yeah, that’s my cat!” while Freaky Caht simply purred, “He’s mine.”
Because love doesn’t have to match — it just has to fit. And somehow, against all odds, they fit perfectly.
The End.
