Bolt's P.O.V

I woke up slowly. I had a nice dream, about a certain black cat. When I remembered what it was, I had to chuckle. We were plying outside and then we were lying down on the grass. Well, the dream wasn't that eventful, but a little feeling came up when I thought about it.

A nice one, just like the one I had when she was cuddling with me the night before... Wait. She was cuddling with... The night before... I slowly opened my eyes, and to my surprise, Mittens was still on top of me. She dug here small head into my fur, and even smiled a little.

I noticed my hand lying right on her back, so I moved it up and down, like Penny did when she was petting me. She felt nice, warm and a bit fluffy too. She streched her head and began to pur.

Her smile grew as I went on. For a couple of minutes this continued, and then she woke up. When she realized where she was, the black cats head snapped up, and she yelled: „Where am I? What are you doing?" She suddenly had a small blush on her cheeks, and it confused me a little.

I quickly retracted my paw from her back. „Good morning Mittens!", I replied happily. She shivered, like she felt cold, and I could clearly see her head moving down towards my chest again. „How was your night?" The black furball didn't answer.

Understandable, when you think about it, since she had just woken up. Clearly she didn't like talking right now. But the smile was gone, and she struggled finding a comfortable position again, and eventually asked me: „Hey, would you mind putting your arm around me again?"

Well, I wasn't expecting that, and to my surprise, even she didn't. Just after she got the words out of her mouth, she shook her head and had an awkward facial expression, followed by the blush growing. But I didn't mind at all, so I started rubbing her back again.

What truly caught me off guard was what she did next. Or better, what she didn't do next. Normally she hates it if I even poke her by accident, freaks out and tells me a solid two minutes about how I should never do that again. But this was something else! Not even a single sign of struggle was to be seen!

I mean, I was moving my whole paw pad up and down on her back, even on purpose this time, but she just... layed there. Purred. And... got an even brighter red on her cheeks? What is up with that? „Hey, are you alright? Are you warm?", I asked, thinking that it was too hot in the room, which it wasn't, by the way. It was pretty cold actually.

„Why?", the black cat responded sleepily. „Well, your cheeks are red, so I thought it might be too warm here!" As I said that, the red blush grew to its maximum. Maybe if I stop petting her, it will go away.

Instead, I got to hear: „Aww, please go on... It's cold."

And there was this facial expression again! Like she ate something sour! What was going on with her? Was she sick? But again, I didn't mind, so I just went on rubbing her back. After I looked at the clock again, I saw that almost an hour had passed, yet it still felt like a few minutes!

Mittens' P.O.V.

It couldn't be. Why would it be Bolt? Why a dog? This was impossible! I am a cat! He is a dog! That's just... wrong! But it didn't feel like it was wrong! Why? WHY? Do I really... love a dog? He is so... childish! So clumsy, he doesn't know some of the simplest things in life, yet it was kinda... cute.

Wait. Cute? Did I really just think Bolt was cute? Oh god, this is insane! But yet again, he was so loveable, and his questions like: 'What do you use that thing for?' or 'What's that feeling' or... 'Whats that feeling'? Could it be that he was thinking this right now?

He saved my life, he helped me get away from the steets and allys, where I used pigeons to bring me bits of bread! He used his cuteness oh my god again... to get us food, and I was full like I never was before! He turned my life upside down! And now it's quite litterally upside down.

To be honest, I could have just stayed there endlessly trying to figure my thoughts out, in his warm furry chest, with him stroking the fur on my back with his strong protective paws... I didn't like it when he accidently ran into me one time, I told him to not touch me again, but now...

Again, I could have stayed here forever, Penny went to school about an hour ago and her Mom was propably out buying stuff. But there was still a little brown hamster living with us, who didn't bother looking away from his 'magic box' for longer than ten seconds.

This morning though, this one beautiful morning where I thought I was save from him at least in the early hours of the day, he decided it would be a great idea to just randomly come into Penny's and our bedroom to see if we were alright.

„Hey guys, I heared some noises so I thought I would go and..." The little guy looked at us in confusion, then in horror. „Are you two..." „Oh hey Rhino!", my Boltie said. My Boltie? Where is this going? What is wrong with me?

„Are you two...", he repeated, seemingly not knowing what else to say. „Psst, I think Mittens is asleep!", the white shepherd whispered, trying not to 'wake me up'. At this point I thought it would be good to just pretend to be sleeping, so I could hear what he has to say.

„Am I... interrupting... anything?", Rhino studdered. „Oh no, its ok! Mittens was just cold so I wanted to warm her up." „Well, thats... pretty nice of you, I guess." The little hamster giggled , then continued: „You two look just like a couple in those romantic shows! Not that I watch them, of course, why would I, right? Right?"

When he mentioned his 'Romantic shows' I blushed, just when I thought that my thoughts about this matter would be safe. Did it really look like we were a couple? When I thought about that, I came to realize, yes we did. I was lying on top of his chest, he watched me sleep and stroked through my fur.

„Do we?", Bolt asked, innocent as always, chuckling. „Yeah, you kinda do... You know, the whole 'holding' and 'cuddling' part... I don't want to ruin the moment soooooo..." I had to hold myself back not to shout at him 'You better go right now' or something like that. I knew better.

I wanted to spend some more time with my Bol- There it is again! Why do I keep saying 'my' Bolt? He is Pennys dog! But... I want him to be my dog. No! I don't! Maybe, No. I don't want Bolt to be 'my' Bolt!

Rhino left the bedroom. For good. I wanted to have Bolt for myself. But, did I really? Was I... In love?