So I just went through some old stories again and though I'd correct some errors that I made in the past. This doesn't mean that there are no errors here anymore, but most of the things are gone now. I don't know if you get any notification for an updated chapter, but if you do, feel free to either ignore or read again...

Bolt's P.O.V

I was lying down on my back, as I tried to catch some sleep. It was pretty late, or should I say, pretty early, as it was 2:43 in the morning. I usually get some good long sleep in the night, but since the thing that happened a few days ago I can't seem to rest as good as before.

So I did what I always did when I was tired: Thinking about the past. For most of the time when I did this, I thought about happy days on the lawn with Penny, when she was throwing sticks across the lawn and I carried them back to her.

And then these thoughts ended with me being not sure wether I was plying with her because I liked chasing after a stick, or because she enjoyed throwing them. But since this „incident" I couldn't think of anything else. So I just reviewed that day.

First, Mittens and I were plying tag, as we did more often than usual in the past months. Then, when I let her get to me, because I was much faster then her, she tagged me and said: „You're it!" I stopped and she tossed me over. She ended up lying on top of me, and our eyes caught.

But then there was something weird. I felt a strange thing in my chest. It was completely new to me, and I had no idea what it could be. But I liked it! And then I just noticed that her cheeks became a bit red. Was she feeling warm? I mean, it was a pretty hot summer day...

Mittens hopped down from my body and tried to avoid eye contact. Did I do something wrong again? I always seem to not understand seemingly normal things, but I couldn't think of anything that could have upset her!

Cats are weird sometimes, I thought to myself, but then the image of Mittens looking me into my eyes came floating back and forth inside my head. I looked at the clock on Pennys desk. 3:02. Perfect. In about three hours my person had to wake up, and I would be tired the whole day again.

Just then, I noticed a green pair of eyes looking at me from the other side of the mattress that Penny had put up on the ground for the cat and me to sleep on. „Mittens?", I asked silently, not wanting to wake my person up. She quickly tried to hide her head behind the big pillow that was also on the mattress between us.

„I saw you there! Are you alright?", but she didnt want to listen, so I said: „It's fine if you dont want to talk. But I am worried, ok?" Worried? Wait! Am I worried about a cat? Well, even she didn't expect that, and her ears twiched, and lifted her head up.

„Wha- What?", the cat asked. „Uhm, I mean, you look like something is bothering you, so I thought you...", I tried to finish my sentence, but I got lost in Mittens eyes again. The black cat noticed, and even through the darkness of the room, only lit up by the digital clock I could see her cheeks becoming a bit red again.

„Yeah, well, I'm fine. Everything's alright, no need to worry, hehe...", she didn't really get any good words out of her mouth and went back to digging her face in the pillow. „Are you sure?", I asked as politely as I could have, I didn't want to make her angry.

Just thinking about Mittens being mad and not wanting to do anything with me got me another new feeling. It was like my chest grew, like my heart suddenly weighed more and sacked down into my stomach, and I wanted to stop that! It felt so... frustrating. And it only got bigger and more intense when she said: „Just leave me alone, ok?"

Mittens' P.O.V

This is insane! Why do I feel like apologizing to this dog? For what? Telling him to let me sleep? I mean, I was the one looking at him all night long, so maybe it was my fault. „Hey, Bolt...", I began, realizing that this might be a mistake, but now it was too late to not talk anyways.

„Yeah?", the white shepherd replied, lifting his head up. „Uhm..." I was out of words. There was so much I wanted to say, like: 'How was your day' or 'Sorry for being so rough' or 'Do you want to cuddle?' Wait. Did I just think that? Was I about to say 'Do you want to cuddle?'

No, that just doesn't sound like me at all! What is going on with me? „Are you gonna say something?", he asked. How long have I been thinking? „Uhm, yeah, I can't really sleep, would you mind if I -" 'No. Don't say it!' „- Come over -" 'Don't you dare! Don't you dare say that loud!' „- and lay on your side?"

I was about to eat myself for that. Why did I say that? My whole body was fighting the urge of just running away now. But I couldn't leave Bolt like that! Why would I go away? When these thoughts of never seing the dog again flew through my mind, a weird feeling went in my head, and from there to my chest.

I felt empty. Not the hungry empty, the empty empty. „Yeah, sure!", the white shepherd replied with a smile on his face. The feeling disappeared. I went over the big pillow in the middle and layed down next to the dog.

A paw grabbed me by my shoulder pulling me towards Bolt. „Wha- What are you doing?", I asked, but it was a louder and more shocked question than normal. He instantly let go of me. „Oh, I'm sorry, I thought this might keep you warm..."

I didn't know if he was really just after me being safe and warm, but I felt cold right when he took his arm back to himself, so I quickly added: „I mean, uhm, it's ok with me, but I didn't expect that." And luckily for me, he was buying it.

So I was eventually lying right next to the big white dog. His fur was warm, but not enough for me, so I tried climbing on top of him, because I wanted to get to his furry chest. My plan of doing that as stealth as possible failed horribly though, as he instantly noticed when I put my first paw on his body.

„Whats that supposed to be when its done?", he asked, quite a bit amused. I was too tired to argue with him, or play it off, so I just hopped onto him with one jump. Bolt laughed silently as I landed on him rather ungracefully. I was right, it was warm!

„Sorry for that one, Boltie, but I couldn't resist..." HOLY! Did I really just call him 'Boltie'? Is there something I am missing? Why am I doing that stuff? But he just looked at me and grinned, then asked: „'Boltie'? Where is this coming from?" - „Shut up." I wanted to run away as far as possible, to escape the situtation.

„Ok, Mitts." I wanted to tell him to not call me 'Mitts', but I kinda did the same thing the other way round, and that would have just been unfair again. Instead, I tried to sleep. The dog's fur was warm, and I soon found my peace. Just when I was about to doze away, I felt a paw on my back.

Under normal circumstances, this would have ment the death for Bolt, but right now, as I was so tired, I didn't mind. Not only that, but there was absolutely no place that I would rather be than here on the white dogs chest with his arm protectively placed over my back. It was warm, comfortable, and I had this feeling that just wouldn't let me get off him.

What was that? I never felt that way before in my entire lifetime! Was it... no, thats impossible. No, I couldn't love a dog! Thats insane! I mean, I am a cat, he is a dog, yada yada yada... But, what if it was love...