"You're gonna love Vladamir. He's nice, LOVES animals. You'll get along with him just fine." The gold-haired human patted my head as we drove inside the Sudan. My short tail couldn't stop wagging. I was just so excited. I watched as the buildings became lass and less, and soon we were out on the corn feilds, another car finally passing by every twenty minutes. I yipped, the woman kindly smiling at me.
 That's the only recognition I have of the trip. We eventually turned onto a dirt road, and at the end of the path was an old, gray cottage house. It was isolated by the corn and wheat, and outside was an old human with dark caramel skin. his hair was gray near his chin, and it wrapped around his lips like a blanket.
Barking, the moment the woman opened the door for me, I jumped from the car and ran up to the old human. My stub of a tail shook vigorously. I could feel my hips vibrating from the force. but Vladamir ignored me and directed his deep brown-rooted eyes at the blonde human.
 "He's brown."
 "He's different--you like different,"
 "But schnauzer's are gray."
 "Not all of them. Anyway, I named him Bourbon. you're favorite,"
 "Eh, I prefer Whiskey," Vladimir grunted, glancing down at me, then walked back into the house. The screen door snapped shut, and the female slowly started to follow.
 "Get away from my house, Eva!" I heard something that sounded like a clap. Looking back at the woman, Eva, I saw her eyes widen. She didn't look back at me, she just climbed back into the Sudan and drove off, the black paws screeching and crunching on the dirt. Flinging my ears back, I turn to the old house--Which suddenly loomed over me, letting me hang loathsomely in it's shadow--and slowly pad up the steps. They creek even below my light paws. I scratch at the door, but the man did not return.
 So I sigh, lay down, and call it a day.

 "Shhh, he's asleep,"
 "For God's sake, Rye, he's not going to wake up!"
 "Just be CAREFUL, then!"
 I open my eyes. A deep growl rises in my throat. Who are they? Humans? My eyes open fully, and that's when I see them. Two thin cats, one a creamy yellow and the other a dusty brown with dark flecks.
 "Hey! Go away!" I jump, crouching down, letting out a deep growl and a hideous attack glare. The two jump as well, hissing, their claws unsheathing. but they settle down and laugh hysterically. It's confusing, but I don't loose my stance.
 "Ha! It was only the new pup. you should have seen your face, Starch!" the yellow cat was on her back, her pale eyes so tightly closed, they seems sown shut.
 "Shut up!" the darker cat declared, hissing, batting his paw at his female accomplice.
 "Still, that's a dog? I thought it was a rabbit mixed with a bearded human!" That made both of the felines almost cry, if cats could. My ears flicked back,f my heart sank with them.
 "Shut up! What are you doing, anyway?!?" I can feel the anger boil in my eyes, but then there's sorrow in my ears. It's all too confusing.
 Rye and Starch exchanged glances, their smiles fading. They hopped down from the windowsill and circled me. Fearful, I tried keeping both eyes on the duo.
 "We're tying to break in, smart-one," Starch hissed, but I saw Rye give him a look. Rye looked back at me, her eyes suddenly kind, instead of the cold stones I'd just seen moments before.
 "Let's just say, the human took something from us. And...we're trying to get revenge," she said. her voice was hollow, and glancing at Starch, I saw his eyes sadden too.
 "Oh. Well, I'm sorry. Since I just got here, I shouldn't be making stereotypes but...Vladam--I mean, the human, scares me a lot," The two cats settled in front of me and smiled in content.
 "Hey, we don't blame you," Starch laughed a bit, his curling, snake-like tail curling around his and Rye's nimble paws.  For a long time it was quiet, the three of us just staring off into the cornfield, as if we'd find something extraordinary. Nothing was found, but something WAS heard.
 "Hey, kid, Why don't you come with us?" Rye's soft voice echoed in the silence. I looked at her, and they both looked at me.
 "W-what'd-you mean? "I said, my ears perking up. The young cat duet's tricky bipolar eyes chose to be full of...I didn't even know. Hope? Nah. Rye stood up, and her ears pointed straight up. Starch did this also, and soon I got up on my feet. I heard Vladamir too. His footsteps stomped so hard onto the wood floor, even a human could hear it. The three of us knew what to do.
 We ran.
 We ran into the corn fields, and I tried not to wince every second one of the long ivy-green leaves scratched my brown shoulders. Panting, our trio finally reached an empty field. A nearby pheasant ran back inside the corn as we emerged. The cats started to cough, and Starch even fell onto his side. I smirked a bit, and spoke.
 "By the way, my name isn't "Kid". It's Bourbon."