Authors Note: Hiya fellas! This is a new short book series about Mittens and her relationship with Duncan. Enjoy! :D

Part One

Feeling sorry for this oversized cat, I accepted the forty-ninth fish. Other ocelots could have gone on forever, stealing all the fish in the sea from a single player. But I'm not like that. I could tell this cat wanted me as a pet, and wouldn't stop until he did. I was lonely anyway, with no other cats or friends of any time, and surrounded by open fields of grass and strange square things called "buildings".

I couldn't help but roll my eyes as the big orange cat and surprisingly friendly bear jumped up and down in happiness. After they calmed down, the big orange cat ordered me to stand up and follow him. I agreed, and he brought me to the biggest - and in a way, the weirdest - building I had ever seen. It's shape was very awkward, looking as if it were to fall and crush everything at any moment. But the cat led me past the giant building, and instead off to the left, allowing me to smell the sweet fragrance of a garden.

The black fur on my back bristled as he led me towards a small building in a hillside which I soon recognised as a "dog house". I tried to tell him how cats are afraid of dogs, but of course all the giant cat heard was meows. He opened the door and into what I expected was going to be a tiny room with one or two dogs, but was instead an entrance to a hallway.

The cat led me down the hall and into a giant room full of obstacle course-things, bright colors on the ceiling, and worst of all, lots and lots of dogs. They were all barking welcomes as the orange cat entered the room.

He said, "Uh, guys! Doggies! Uh, I've got a new friend for you all to meet, I want you all to look my way."

The dogs obeyed and turned to look at the big cat.

"I want you all to meet...Mittens, the cat!"

Instead of a warm welcome, they called me names like furball and "kittypet", but the big orange cat, apparently called "Stampy", of course couldn't understand.

Then a particular dog stood up. "Why are you guys calling her names?" he growled. "She's just a cat."

One of the dogs raised an eyebrow. "Whatdyamean, Duncan?" he said. "You've always hated cats."

Duncan turned around to face the dog. "You have nothing to say of this, Benton. This is coming from the guy who fell in love with a stick."

Benton dog raised his eyebrows. "Love, eh?"

My cheeks went red and I looked at my paws. "Duncan" must have noticed too, because he turned around and walked to the end of the room.

Feeling sorry for the dog, I walked down the room, past a swimming pool, and to the dog, who was sitting with his head at his paws.

"Ahem," I said nervously. "I-I'm Mittens."

Duncan turned to face me. "I'm Duncan." he said, a smile forming on his face.

The cat, Stampy, must have noticed us, because he said something about me finding a friend, but obviously not to me, nor the cat. I didn't get it, but whatever. He commanded Duncan to stand up, who ran towards a list of signs which showed the names of all the different dogs. He then gestured with his tail for me to follow. Once he finished showing me the signs, I followed him out of the doghouse and we ran after my new owner, Stampy. I could feel Duncan's fur brush up against mine as he ran next to me. I smiled as we followed the cat down into a tree-passage.

I was going to get along fine here.