New Year's Eve With Dust

Dust emerged from behind the living room couch where he had been playing with a orange rubber ball. He walked into the kitchen for a quick bite to eat. His owner was making some punch in a large bowl.

What's she doing? He thought.

Then, Dust realized that his human was talking to someone on the thingy called a phone. What is going on? Dust needed to know.

Dust padded away, heading for his food dish. Whatever his owner was doing, it was sure to be
something he did not approve of.

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Dust heard the sound of a door shutting. He rushed over ton the hall to see the human that had come. The second he saw that it wasn't just any old human and that it was a hole human family, he knew that something was up. Then, the doorbell rang.

Well this is odd... Dust thought.

Three more families and two humans pored into the now loud room.

Dust knew what was happening.

Not another holiday! They already stuffed themselves silly at Thanksgiving, why did they need to do it again?

But, maybe they weren't all that bad. I mean, they couldn't all be bad...some of them had to be kind. So, at that, Dust rubbed up against a male human that was talking with a much larger male. Dust arched his back with joy as he waited for gentle fingers to scratch his chin and pet his flank.

But none came.

Who cares! I don't need any human to pamper me! he thought. Although, inside he felt sad and unloved.

Thinking that maybe there where some nice, cat-loving, book-reading humans, he meowed loudly to make himself the center of attention. The bustling group stopped talking and stared at him for a moment. One, a brown-haired human, walked up to him and cuddled him. He purred happily and butted his head against her chin. She set him down on a couch. Dust called sadly after her, but she was out of earshot. He sighed. He wished that the joyful moment he had spent with her had never ended.

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Later that day, all of the humans left. Dust said a final good-bye to the kind female human that had comforted him.

"Bye, Dust," she said.

Then, when she'd left, the house was silent. Dust ate a few scraps of forgotten food then he walked away, uninterested in anything but sleep.

After climbing the flight of stairs, Dust curled up on his owner's bed and slept. He dreamed that he was back in the brown-haired female's arms.

When he awoke, he knew that today was a new day. A new time. A new life. A new year.

-KittyLover8
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