Hey everybody! I'm back :D I haven't written in soo long, and I apologize. I'm into CatDog now, so I figured I'd give it a shot ;)
*Disclaimer* I do not own CatDog.
"A Tragedy At Hand"
It was a hot, sunny day in Nearburg, and CatDog was hanging around outside enjoying the summer weather. Cat was lounging in his yellow, fold-up lawn chair that was modified to have bicycle wheels attached to the sides and an umbrella attached, while Dog was splashing around in a kiddy-pool; and in the process, splashing Cat and annoying him further than he already was. Cat tried to divert his attention from his hyped-up K9 brother of his by reading a book about the history of cats in America, but his efforts were thwarted when Dog splashed his book, causing the ink to run on the pages. Cat was red with anger by this point, not wanting anything to do with his brother and his shenanigans.
Cat was always resentful that he was attached to Dog. Why couldn't it be different? Why did this situation so complex and difficult? Why couldn't they just be a normal cat and dog? Everywhere that Cat went, Dog had to go to. Cat had tried to even join a cat club, but that went down the tubes simply because of Dog being at his side. Why couldn't he get his way just once? Why did he have to spend the rest of his life attached to someone who he had absolutely nothing in common with? He just didn't understand why he had to suffer this so much. Granted, he loved Dog-he was his brother. However, on most days, he just wanted to be left alone and away from this mangy mutt.
Dog had finally stopped splashing, and took a glance over at Cat, who seemed lost in thought. Dog had a puzzled look on his face, and wanted to know what was eating away at his brother. He climbed out of the kiddy-pool, and shook his body violently to dry himself off. He perked up his ears and walked over to Cat, to see what the matter was.
Dog broke the silence by asking innocently, "Hey Cat, what's the matter?"
"Oh, nothing Dog, just…nothing…"
"Cat, I know something's eating at you. Now, you can either tell me now, or I can splash you until you do!" Along with saying this, Dog laughed his famous gasping laugh that Cat so often loathed to hear.
"Dog, if you splash me, so help me I will drown you!"
"Then you'd better tell me while I still feel kinda nice."
Cat's patience was wearing very thin, and Dog was slicing whatever shred of it he had left in half.
"Fine, Dog. You wanna know what's wrong? Do you?!"
Dog was shriveled up against the ground at his brother's harsh, scary tone. He didn't know whether or not to ask or to shut up; so he took the chance.
"Wha-what's wrong?"
"I'll tell you what's wrong! Every day I'm stuck to an annoying, hyper, pain-in-the-ass mutt of a dog, while I try to live the life I want to lead! But NOOO, that's not possible!"
Dog's eyes were tearing up.
Cat sighed briefly, then, re-filled with rage against his brother, he started up again, "You know what I wish, dog? You want to know?!"
Dog pushed through the lump in his throat, and asked the terrifying question, "What, Cat? *sniffle* what do you wish?"
"I wish that you would just somehow be separated from me, so that I could live my own damn life! I want to know that whenever I go somewhere, there won't be an annoying, crazy, impulsive dog ruining my life!"
Dog at this point couldn't hold back his tears, and let them flow. He was heartbroken at the thought that this is how his brother felt about him, after all that they had been through together. He loved Cat with all of his heart, and now he felt as if Cat just spat in his face. He didn't know what to do, so he just let the tears flow.
Dog didn't know what to say, so he just muttered, "I'm sorry, Cat…"
Cat just shrugged and threw a tennis ball out of anger, "Now, go fetch and get the hell out of my sight!"
Dog reluctantly complied with a shuddery, "Okay…" Sniffling, Dog went to slowly get the ball. However, upon obtaining the ball in his paws, he just slouched down in the middle of the road and let his emotions flow. He was sobbing as he lay in complete sorrow on the ground clutching the tennis ball in his paws ever so tightly. He thought about what a burden Cat labeled him as. As he did this however, he heard the sound of what he thought was a truck's horn, and looked up. He had no time to run, or he would have. He had no time to react, except for a sudden shriek of terror. And in that moment, Cat realized what had just happened.
Dog had been hit.