Lunch With Mr. Squiggly
First of all, I don't own any of these characters. If I did I'd be making comics right now instead of sending in crappy fanfiction.
A dark figure was moving down a long corridor. His single fang was hanging down, long and menacing. There was an awkward silence, until suddenly, he looked back and saw what he feared most. A ferret.
"Leave me alone, you freaky, furry thing!" the figure proclaimed. The ferret said nothing, and he hit his opponent right on the top of the head. "THAT'S IT, YOU'RE GOIN' DOWN! IT'S BUCKY TIME!" The figure, which in reality was a cat, had started chasing the ferret down the hall as quickly as his legs would take him. The ferret pushed open the door to the stairs and ran down them, but before the cat could chase him down the stairs, a man blocked the door.
"Bucky,
get back inside, the ferret wasn't even bothering you," said the
human.
"You don't understand, Rob. This isn't about who's bothering who, it's animal instinct! I gotta show him who's boss!" Bucky proclaimed.
"Well,
my instinct is telling me that you need to come inside, dude."
Bucky had started following him back, but he most certainly wasn't happy. Humans were always telling him what to do. Just because he gets fed by people and they give him a house, doesn't mean they can rule over him. You won't be so big when Bucky Katt takes over the world, the devious cat thought to himself. When the two finally got inside, they saw a big dog by the name of Satchel sitting in front of the TV, singing along to his favourite dog food jingle. Bucky walked up to him and commented, "You're so simple, like some sort of..simpleton."
"Jerky Bits, Jerky Bits, they'll get you into hissy fits!" he continued singing, completely ignoring his housemate's insult. Satchel, you see, never wanted to get into fights with ferrets who live next door. As a matter of fact, he's very best friends with this animal who he's nicknamed 'Fungo'. He lived a very happy life.
"If I see you out there bugging Mr. Squiggly again," Rob said in an annoyed tone, "then I'm going to sell Smacky to the Good Will."
"NO!
Not Smacky! He's my only friend," Bucky whined.
"THEN LEAVE THE FERRET ALONE."
"But-"
Rob
didn't even answer. He was very angry at how his cat has been
acting lately. Always scratching his best things, leaving a mess on
the carpet, and acting pompous. When Bucky was a young kitten, he
used to be so innocent and care-free, now he's grown into a
devilish feline.
"He DOES bug me, though! Remember when he knocked my tooth out? And we had to be on TV?" protested Bucky.
"But
you set a trap on him, didn't you? I don't wanna talk about this
right now," said Rob, rubbing his head as if he had a headache.
"YOU DON'T UNDERST-"
"THAT'S IT!" Rob shouted, "GO IN THE CLOSET!"
The closet was a punishment for Bucky. Whenever he had been disobeying orders or just being mischievous, that's where he had to go for an hour. It wasn't pleasant in there, that's for sure. It was dark, damp, and it smelled like a wet dog. While Bucky was sitting in the closet, Satchel knocked on the door. "What do you want? Go away," Bucky muttered. "Why do you have to be so bad all the time? People don't like bad people. Rob says that if you're good then everyone will like you."
No reply.
I WILL get that inferior ferret. He thinks he's such a smarty, but he can't even compare to how smart I can be. I mean, I'm so smart that..errr…well, I'm a lot smarter than him! And I got sharper claws, too! Someday he'll regret the day he met me, because I'll get him. But first I gotta get out of this stupid closet.
