A plump black and white tom opened his eyes after his long rest. It was a beautiful night last night: the moon shined on the shrubs and flowers, turning them silver. The fenceposts glittered from the frost and he shivered. He loved being cold.
Rubbing against the posts, he saw another cat plod into the yard through the loose part of fence. It was a gray tabby, purring and mewing a greeting. "Hello, Smudge!" The gray tom mewed happily. He had a blue collar around his neck and the bell around it jingled.
Smudge, the black and white tom, nodded. "Hey Rocky, how was last night?" He asked suspiciously, searching his friend over. Lately, Rocky's Twolegs hadn't been feeding him and he looked like he was starving. Smudge didn't know why the Twolegs were acting that way. Boy, were Twolegs strange.
Rocky held his chest out. "I'm actually getting better. I asked Friday if I could take a quick bite." He sat down and licked his chest contentedly. "Did you do good last night? Man, I'm jealous. At least your Twolegs feed you." He sadly hung his head.
The black and white tom licked his friend's ear, comforting the distressed cat. A few moments later Smudge froze. "Wait, that's crazy!" He yowled.
The gray tabby shrugged. "Well, you know Twolegs. First thing you think they love you and next thing you know-"
"No," interjected Smudge. "I mean, you asked Friday for food? Friday? For food? Are you CRAZY?" Friday was only the sweetest, prettiest cat in the cluster of Twoleg homes. She was beautiful, and smart at that. She was a marmalade tabby with green eyes, and always had a pink flower tucked behind her ear. It looked painful, but she had told Smudge herself that it didn't hurt at all. That was the only time that she had talked to him, otherwise she was not outside, busy, keeping off groups of goggling males, or running away from jealous cliques of she-cats, attempting to attack her.
"Oh yes," mewed Rocky thoughtfully. "I did ask Friday. Did you know that her owner feeds her canned food? It is very tasty, as a matter of fact." He held his had high.
Smudge nodded. "Hmm…hey, sorry about your Twolegs, that's really sad. If you want, you can come over here anytime you want and take some of my food. I don't like it anyway." He smiled and licked his friend's silver fur again, calming him down.
The gray tabby smiled gratefully. "Thanks, pal," he purred. "But I don't need to take your food. It's fine; I'm covered," he mewed brightly. It cheered Smudge up to see his best friend's positive attitude was starting to develop again. When his Twolegs stopped feeding him food, Rocky was really cranky. Besides, food was the substance that fueled cats' bodies, minds, and manner.
Rocky yawned. "Well, time to go. I have to go to the cutter today. Too bad, huh?" He mewed glumly. "I guess I can't be a tom anymore." He hung his head and disappeared behind the fence, the loose board swinging to and fro.
Smudge quickly leaped over, clearing the jump by a paw-length. That was close, he thought, sighing in relief. "Hey Rocky!" He yowled back to his friend. But the gray tabby tom was already going through the cat door and probably didn't hear him. Smudge growled. Rocky's Twolegs weren't feeding him, and now they were taking away his pride as a tom.
He couldn't just let them slide like that. The black and white tom dropped silently into the other yard. Suddenly, there was a loud noise. Smudge froze. His heart sank as he realized that it was one of a cat's worst enemies: a dog.
How do you like me first cliffhanger! Haaahhh! Part two will come out soon, to not keep you hanging too long! Please review so I can know what to do better.