I woke up suddenly and stared over at the side of an elevated queen mattress. I wasn’t sure what had happened, but it felt like I had just lost one of my lives.
Thirty minutes earlier…
“Dude, are you gonna head out with me tonight or not?” I asked.
“No,” MoongChee replied. “I better stick around here to make sure things are safe.”
“Safe?! You get scared of an ant on the floor. How are you gonna defend yourself from a person, or a mouse? I’m outta here.”
With that, I jumped up onto the couch, pried open the window and crept out into the night. I just loved that night air. Crisp, cool, refreshing. It was good to be out again. My people were gone for a while so I figured it was a good time to take a stroll.
MoongChee…. MoongChee was a peculiar dog. Small, white, cute. Like all dogs, he thought he was all that but wasn’t. I just don’t get dogs. Now cats on the other hand…. We understand how the world works and know how to get what we want. MoongChee is just content to sit there on his little doggy pillow, poop outside, eat that dry dog food, and follow our people around everywhere.
I had just crossed the street and was heading to the Smith’s place when I saw a buddy of mine.
“Hey Zeke,” I called out. “What’s up?”
“Nothing, Wock,” he said. “Just enjoying the night air. (My name’s Jabberwocky but my friends just call me Wock. I guess it’s better than Jabber.)
Zeke joined me and we headed behind his house.
“Your dog home, Zeke?” I asked.
“Yeah, he likes to sleep next to the man,” Zeke replied. Zeke’s people owned a Rottweiler who didn’t like to be messed with. So…I figured it was time to mess with him.
He was sleeping as I slipped over, cocked back my paw and gave him a good whack on the nose. Suddenly, he sprang to life…. and the night of fun began.