They hadn't come home again today. They hadn't been coming home much lately- apparently everyone was out somewhere and had been staying there for a few nights. The large man in the cat suit had been pacing back and forth and filling his bowl a little too often having apparently forgotten how many times he'd done so already. Puppy supposed that there was no reason to be upset about that. He could eat all he wanted like this- sometimes when the others didn't come home the cat man forgot to feed him at all and he'd have to scavenge around the house. There were plenty of small furry creatures to eat but he didn't like going to the effort of catching them if he could avoid it.
He missed the pretty girl and the angry man- the two who had been taking care of him ever since his mother had died. He hadn't liked the pretty girl at first because she smelled funny. There was the floral smell of her shampoo and the way she smiled and the food she gave him but somehow, beneath all that, there as something that felt wrong about her. She didn't smell like a normal human; there was something there that was like a predator. He hadn't liked it at first but the angry man (he wasn't really angry. No, he just looked it) seemed to like her and so he had tried to trust her and, as it happened, it had been a good decision. She'd taken him in and fed him and had eventually become his primary caretaker despite his initial doubts. But both the angry man and the pretty girl were gone. The boy who acted like an animal had been hurt, as had the angry man, the scary lady, and the one who smelled like smoke, or so he assumed judging by the way the cat man was pacing. He always acted like this when the house started to smell like blood. They were at the place where hurt people went and they would not be back for some time.
And so he'd wait just inside the door for everyone to come back like he always did until everyone came back. But this time some of them never did.