2 New Friends

For about a week, I've been beaten by my master's father. This is called "training" and it sucks the soul out of pets. When I finally got out of that wretched basement, the rules didn't matter to Tim. I felt safer with him than with the monster he calls his father. One day, Tim was talking to his father, and I was sitting on the floor in front of him.

He scratched my head, and it felt nice. I couldn't resist purring, but Tim's father smacked my face yelling, "Purring is not allowed!" "Dad!" "What?" Tim crossed his arms and said, "Why can't he purr? It's nice that he enjoys being scratched behind the ears!" Tim's father said, "Masters must teach their pets to be quiet! Especially while talking to someone else!"

Tim rolled his eyes and took me to his room. I jumped onto his bed and curled up into a ball. Then I felt something scratch my head. It felt good, so I purred again. He chuckled, but when his father came in, I immediately looked down and stopped purring. His father was clearly pissed, and he said, "You think the rules didn't matter when you're with my son!?"

I flattened my ears and Tim said, "Dad! Leave him alone!" His father said, "Shut up boy." He glared at me and said, "Go meet your friends with your new pet." He spat the word "pet" like I was some disgusting creature. Tim grabbed the chain that was attached to my collar and walked me out. When we got outside, two masters and their pets were waiting for him.

Tim said, "Let's go to our treehouse." The other two masters said, "Okay" and we started walking to the back of the house. When we stopped, I glanced up and I saw Tim push a button and a door opened up. We walked down and when we stopped, a voice said, "Thank goodness! My neck was hurting for ages!"

Tim said, "Hey Rudy. You can look up now." I slowly picked my head up and a red-haired dog pet barked, "Hi! I'm Cleo!" She had dark green eyes and she was wagging her tail like crazy. "Rudy, huh?" I jumped and I looked behind me. It was a cat pet with black hair, ears, and even a black tail. His eyes were yellow and he looked very tired.

I nodded, and Cleo said, "That's Jet. He's super mysterious!" He flicked his ears in annoyance and sat next to me. Cleo said, "Tim has never had a pet before! So what's it like with him and his disgusting father?" I said, "His father is really strict, so I follow his rules only when he's around. I get to do whatever I want when he's not around."

Jet said, "I've heard that you can't purr in that household. Is that true?" I sighed and said, "Yes. It's dumb." Cleo's master came and pat her on the head. She rolled over and her master rubbed her belly. I tried not to laugh and Jet just looked away. Jet's master came over to pet him, but Jet glared at him and his master laughed and said, "See? I can't pet him."

Then Tim came over and scratched my head. I purred and I felt Jet stare at me. I glanced at him and he immediately looked away. Tim said, "Try to pet him again." Jet's master sat in front of Jet and tried to put his hand on his head, but Jet lowered his head away from his master's hand. "Tony! Ugh, I'll try."

Jack, Cleo's master, walked over to Jet and tried to scratch Jet under his chin, but Jet stood up and turned around. When Jet sat back down, Tony put his hand on Jet's head, but Jet ducked down. Then Tim said, "Okay guys, calm down. If he doesn't want to be pet then so be it." Then Tim said, "Oh! You can pet Rudy!" Jack looked at Tim and said, "Are you sure he won't bite?"

Tim nodded, and Jack cautiously scratched my head. It felt strange because it wasn't Tim's hand, but it still felt good. I purred, and Jack said, "Tim how did you find such a docile cat?" Tony asked. Tim shrugged and said, "It was just luck I guess." Jet was staring at me again, and Cleo barked, "Hello?? I'm still here too!"

The boys took their attention towards Cleo, and Jet asked me, "How are you able to withstand their grubby hands?" I said, "Well it's not so bad. You get attention and you don't have to rub against trees." Jet licked his tail, and I lied down, feeling the comfort of the cold floor.

After the "meeting" Jet, Cleo, and their masters went home while Tim and I walked back into the house. Tim's father threw a boot at me and it hit my leg. I collapsed, and Tim shouted, "What the hell was that dad!?" Tim's father said, "I looked outside. It seems like he still needs to be trained." He grabbed the leash and dragged me to the dreaded basement.

Luckily, the man in the black suit came down and said, "Sir you have a meeting to attend to. There's no time for punishments." Tim's father sighed and said, "Fine. I'll be back, and when I do, you're getting your punishment, cat." He threw a pebble at me and walked out of the basement. I walked out, and Tim rushed to me and hugged me tightly.

"I wish my dad wasn't like this." I hugged him back, and he mumbled, "Thank you for being so nice to me." His tears streamed down his face, and I couldn't help but feel bad. I broke away from his embrace and I said, "Hey don't cry." I wiped the tears from his face, and he sighed in relief. We walked up to his room, and we just chilled and talked for hours.