The annoying bell rang again.

I, being interrupted from my nap, yawned indignantly and glared at the insolent human who had dared to open the cursed door.

I didn't try to go back to sleep; A human coming into the Pet Shop, more commonly referred to as the PT HS (Place To wait for Human Servants), meant that more would come soon after. I would have gone back to sleep if I could have, only I couldn't, as more servants coming in would mean the stupid dog of a bell would be ringing so much that my poor nap would have been cut into a billion tiny pieces.

Such were the indignities of those that were slightly poorer than others.

The insolent human that had wantonly plundered me of my nap walked around, looking at the tasty birds and rodents, before noticing us cats, whom the entire place was built for. It was quite ugly; Then again, most humans were uglier than bulldogs. Its gaze swept over us, ogling the beauties with who I was briefly acquainted but too tired to flirt with.

Said beauties sniffed indignantly, they too having had their naps interrupted by the insolent human.

The human, having been intimidated and pressured by my powerful glare and unnerved by the disapproving looks the beauties he had so shamelessly ogled were giving him, made a strange face at me, which made him look like a dog, complete with a tongue sticking out. He then proceeded to scramble towards where said inferior creatures were stationed.

Humans. Ever so strange.

Having chosen one of the dogs, he walked over to the human stationed at the back of the shop.

"Bark bark bark bark bark bark bark dog bark bark bark bark bark dog. Bark bark?"

All creatures of lesser intelligence sounded the same to my refined ears. The human had to stop using such profanities so much, though.

"Bark-bark bark bark bark. Bark bark bark bark bark bark bark?"

"Bark! Bark bark bark dog bark bark bark?!"

"Bark's bark bark bark. Bark dog bark bark bark bark. Bark bark bark bark's bark bark bark, bark bark bark."

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"Bark, bark bark bark, bitch!"

All the dogs, having thought they heard the man talking about their mothers, turned around to look at it. When they saw that the human was yelling at their beloved feeder and seemed to be talking bad about their mothers, based on the look on its face and the loudness and frequency of the barks, chaos ensued.

"BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK ! BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK ! BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK !"

"BARK BARK BARK ! BARK BARK DOG BARK BARK BARK BARK DOG ! DOG BARK BARK BARK BARK DOG!"

I saw someone cover a young one's ears to prevent them from hearing such profanity.

"BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK !"

The man was then deposited outside the Pet Shop in the form of a mangled, bloody heap that the ambulance, police and news reporters would soon be coming to pick up.

The quiet, smarter, and younger human who fed me adequately and who I was quite fond of sighed and cleaned up the mess. Now, I wouldn't mind having her as a servant. She was already quite good at feeding and giving belly rubs and skritches; What else were human servants for? Unfortunately, she had to stay here to tend to the newly arrived cats. What a shame.

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As more humans came into the shop, leaving soon afterward, some choosing to adopt a dog, some to serve cats, one Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssam the snake-- a nice pet with a name that was way too long, I just called him S as he insisted against being called Sam-- One human, in particular, caught my eye.

Or, more accurately, it caught my eye more than the others. The only thing, or, more accurately, cats here that could catch my eye were the pretty ones. I would've flirted with them and had them swoon at my, well, incredible meness if we'd met under better circumstances. After all, this was only a level above the lowly degenerates of cats who could only afford the taxes for having one life. They didn't even have a place to get servants; They just arrived under less fortunate circumstances, in places where humans didn't even have to pay to serve them. "Rescue shelters", they were called.

Anyway, there was this one human who caught my eye more than the others.

Instead of looking at the other animals, it looked straight at me and walked over. This one didn't look at the other guy cats, or ogle the beauties; It just looked at me, and only me. Was it gay? If it was, I wasn't interested. I mean, I had nothing against it, but flirting with cute cats was my life! That being said, the guy wasn't looking at me that way; It was just staring at me the way a cat would stare at another cat when said other cat stares at the first cat first.

And then I realized that I had been sending a murderous glare to every human that came in.

Cue the awkward silence.