Shiba was tired. Running around the whole day, with only biscuits to subdue her burning hunger, was obviously going to take its toll. But at least it was over and she was finally back home, on her soft rug with a bowl of the most delicious meat in the world. Life was beautiful.
But then, wasn’t it always? She remembered her past lives. She’d been a penguin, a bat, a cuckoo, a sunflower, even a weed once. She remembered how wonderful it always felt in the mornings to the sunflower, and in the evenings to the bat. It’s all perspective, she thought.
Today was like any other day, except that Timmy had forgotten to pack her lunch. Well she’d punished him enough too. She’d made him share his lunch with her. So as an apology, he’d prepared her favorite dinner. Sweet Timmy, how she loved him!
The rest had been wonderful. They had discovered the missing boy and caught the kidnapper. She really enjoyed the part when Timmy gave the bad guy an extra hard thwack. Both of them hated people who harmed kids.
Timmy was such a big softie! She could swear she saw tears in his eyes when the mother hugged her son. But then, Timmy only ever cried in front of her. So she wasn’t gonna make fun of him. Yet. Maybe a couple of days later.
Vaguely she saw Timmy undressing and getting into bed. She snuggled up to him and planted a very wet kiss on his cheek. Good girl, Timmy whispered, and both of them fell asleep.
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