"Isn't this the life, Meowth?" The old man cooed, baking under the warm sun with a fishing pole in hand.
Meowth could think of more ways to have fun than this, but if this is what her master wants to do then she'll gladly be by his side. Every other weekend he would go out fishing, hoping to catch a "big one". He takes his precious Meowth along every time. She would rather be inside where there's air conditioning or food around though. But Meowth enjoyed being with the old man. They were best friends, after all.
Suddenly the red and white bob went under water. The old man smiled and jerked the pole and tried to reel it in. Meowth watched in curiousity. Maybe this is the day he'll finally catch something. She imagined he would catch a nice, big fish. Her mouth watered from the thought. The old man now stood up, using all his strength to capture his prey. Meowth watched as he pulled out a Lombre. It smiled at them before jumping back in the water.
"Oops. I guess it was just a Lombre...again, Meowth." He was disappointed, thinking he caught something really good, but he has all day. He'll try again.
Meowth pouted and looked away from the water now. What a shame that he didn't catch anything, once again. Meowth didn't like that Lombre. She didn't like that Lombre got his hopes high up and then destroyed it. This isn't the first time that particular Lombre has been caught doing this. She watched the Lombre peeked her head out of the water, quietly snickering at the old man. Meowth hissed at her. How dare she laugh at her friend. That moment, the two met in eye contact with each other and glared. They couldn't take their eyes off of each other.
After awhile they experienced that tense moment of the shared hatred, the Lombre submerged and left. And within that instand, Meowth knew that she hated that Lombre. When the Lombre left, Meowth curled up into a ball and took a nice nap while her old trainer continued with his hobby.
"I got it! I know it this time!" The old man excitedly cried out, like a small child.
Meowth stirred from her sleep and groggily looked up at him. The gray haired old man stood up, constantly reeling and tugging on his fishing pole and claiming that "he's got it and it's all his now". Meowth lied on her back, looking upon the clear, blue water. The red and white bob was completely under water. Maybe he did get something this time. But the pranky Lombre was behind this again. Meowth could see the Lombre tugging on the line. But the old man failed to notice, thinking it was an actual fish this time.
"Leave him alone!" Meowth hissed at the Lombre, sick and tired of the Lombre doing this.
Lombre knew she was caught by the Meowth and smirked, continuing to tug on the line.
"No way," She cried out, "this is too much fun!"
Meowth was so angry. Her fur was standing straight up now. With another hiss, she charged at the Lombre. Lombre saw this and immediatly let go of the line, disappointing the old man again. Meowth was about to pounce and scratch at the Lombre, but she was surrounded by water. And Meowth hates water. Lombre saw her advantage and snickered. She then stuck her tongue out at Meowth. Meowth growled and managed to swipe Lombre with her claws, she was lucky that Lombre was close enough. Hurt, Lombre went under water, clearly angry now.
"Meowth? Get over here!" The elderly man commanded, pointing his finger next to him.
Meowth's ears flattened against her head. She hated it when he got mad at her. Just as she was about to follow her orders, Lombre peeked her head out of the water and did a 'hydro pump' to her. Water flew out and hit Meowth, pretty hard. Whem Lombre was done with her attack, she returned under water to avoid another attack from Meowth. Meowth yelped, she was hurt and soaking wet. The old man saw this and ran to his Meowth's side.
"Are you okay, Meowth?"
Meowth slowly nodded her head.
"What a relief," The old man cried, hugging his friend.
"You really shouldn't be messing with water types anyways. You don't do good with water."
And with that, the old man and Meowth tried to enjoy the rest of the quiet afternoon by fishing.