"Really?" A certain white dog cocked his head to the left.
"Really. I'm not sure why though, people just love asking dogs to that." Answered the cat next to him.
The dog, Bolt, looked slightly confused at Mittens, the cat.
"Well, this is probably the best I can do…" Bolt began stepping forward in small paces and suddenly he slipped on the welcome mat and fell flat on his face.
Mittens laughed. "Okay, that was real funny, Bolt." She moved closer. "Now, get up a try again."
Bolt didn't respond.
"Bolt?" she walked closer again.
Nothing.
"Bolt?" there was a little panic in her voice. "Bolt?..." tears started welling up in her eyes.
"HAH! Fooled you!" Bolt suddenly jolted up and made Mittens jump back.
The cat's racing heartbeat began slowing down. The water in her eyes stopped spilling. "You!" she tackled Bolt, laughing.
They began chasing each other around.
"Wow, I actually fell for that one." Mittens spoke to herself.
The running around stopped.
"Okay then, Lesson 'Play Dead' is complete." Mittens announced. "Let's continue tomorrow." She said. "It's getting kind of late."
"Sure. Good night, Mittens." Bolt turned around and went his way in. They were out of the door step.
Mittens sighed. She felt her chest. It was normal now, but when she saw Bolt like that, it was way faster.
Looking at the moon, Mittens smiled and began walking in, looking forward to a good night's sleep.