The Daily Life of a Cat and Dog

-June 20/21, 2011-

"Mrrp." Put me down!

"Okay," an annoyed Dan said. He put me down on the black carpet. I gave him a small nod.

"Mrrp." Thank you.

Hi there, I'm Saladin. I'm the legendary Egyptian mau of the great Grace Cahill. You just witnessed a moment of my everyday life in the Cahill home. A typical Daniel trying to carry me off my paws… and forcing me to catch his star-things, as I remember, he called it, "shurikens". Ugh, very annoying. I know. GRUMBLE! Ah, that would be my stomach, telling me it's time for luncheon.


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"Here, go get it!" Hamilton told Arnold, holding a chicken's bone.

"Arf!" replied Arnold, jumping up and down- tempted of the small bone. I want the boooooone!

Arnold jumped higher and higher. Finally, he retrieved the bone.

Yum! He was now licking the bone, his saliva drooling over the very small bone.

After a few moments with the bone, Arnold decided to do something active. He got the bone and walked to Hamilton's side.

"Arf!" barked Arnold, gesturing to play fetch outside. Hamilton, who saw Arnold's plea, nodded in agreement. He stood up and went for the door.


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Yum, yum! I just love red snapper. It's so delicious! I think it's my current obsession this year, aside from playing with yarn and chasing some colorful butterflies. Red snapper equals to… the best.

As I was munching on the delicious fish, Daniel decided to play a game. I know, I love him, but it's just not good if he disturbs me while eating my favorite treat!

"Hey, Saladin," Dan said.

"Mrrp?" Yeah?

"I want to play a game with you," Oh no…

Dan started to get the very last red snapper on my favorite porcelain plate which had the words, "Saladin" engraved on it with a pretty font.

"MRRP!" I complained. NOOO! Don't get my treat!

"Oh, don't complain, Saladin," Dan said. "It's just a harmless game."

"Mrrp?" What is it?

"Let's play fetch!"

Yeah, I know he wanted a dog when he was a kid but fetch… really? No. Just no.

"C'mon, Saladin!" He carried me up onto his under arms –let me tell you, not good- he opened the white door leading to the front yard.

I groaned. Sigh. I think I'm going to play fetch.

When, suddenly, a bone landed in my mouth.


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"Oops." Hamilton whispered to Arnold.

"Arf!" Nooooooooo! My bone went to that insolent cat, who lives right beside our house!

When something squishy arrived onto Arnold's face. A red snapper.

"Yuck." Hamilton managed to say. Yuck indeed.

"Arf!" I'll get back my bone. Arnold bit the red snapper and walked over between the Holt's and the Cahill's home.


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I did what I could have done best: Bring over his bone and get my treat back!

Well, I didn't have to waste my time walking over to his house. I can already see he was waiting in the middle. As always.

I arrived, and he automatically gave me a death glare. Give me back my bone!

I shook my head. Give me back my treat!

Not until you give me my bone!

My fish!

Bone!

Red snapper!

Bone!

Red snapper!

Let's just settle this. Arnold barked. The hard way.

You bet.

Arnold and I ran around in circles trying to catch each other's tails, whoever got the other's tail first, wins. We kept at that for almost the whole afternoon, just to get our treats.

While we weren't looking, Hamilton walked over to Dan. "Weird… they always do this every single day."

"I know," Dan replied, shrugging. "I wonder if they realize that all they do is run in circles all day."

"That's what I always told myself…"

"Yeah… let's just leave them to play," Dan said.

"Eh, sure," Hamilton agreed.


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Give up, Holt! I cried. When will this guy give up?

Never! You give up! Arnold replied, still running around in a circle.

Then, suddenly, I stopped. Arnold bumped right over my tail. What was that for? He asked, still recovering.

We should stop fighting. It isn't good. I said to him. Here, here's your bone back. I dropped the bone onto the grass. Bye.

I walked away from him not bothering to get my red snapper.

Arnold lookedat the bone, wide-eyed and chased to me. Here, here's your fish back. Then he walked away.

I smiled. Just like old times.

Now, you have discovered my daily life with that pit bull.


*Total Words: 748

A/N: GAH. Why am I always so near the border line? xD

Anyway, this is an Arnold/Saladin fic. :) My first, actually. Also, I think the first in the archive for both of the animals to star, in my opinion. ^^

**The reason why I used the italicized font too much is that, that's for the translations of the 'Arf!' and 'Mrrp.' of the two animals. Hope you understand! ^_^

I portrayed Saladin as a... I can't quite explain it. Er, a peace maker of some sort. :) While Arnold just like another Hamilton! ^^

Any questions? Please, feel free to ask. :D

Goodbye,

Kaye