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      “So, you’re new here, huh?” Cat asked, as he circled around Dog.
      “Yes, Dog just get here,” Dog said.
      “So, how do you like it so far?” Cat asked.
      “People, they nice to, Dog.  They feed, Dog.  They give Dog nice warm blanket to sleep on.”
      “Sure, they’re nice to you now, but wait a few more days.  I’ve been here a long time.  I’ve seen things.  Things they did to other canines that lived here.”
      “What…what they do?” Dog asked.
      “I don’t know, maybe I shouldn’t tell you.”
      “Tell me, tell me.  Dog want to know.”
      “Maybe it won’t happen to you.  Maybe it was just the last two mongrels that were here.”
      “No, please, you tell, Dog.”
      “Well…all right.  Here’s how it goes.  The Man and Woman take you from this house while the Boy and Girl are in school.  They drop you off at the Veterinarian, where you stay overnight.”
      “Yes, yes, I stay overnight.  Then what?”
      “Then the next day the Woman picks you up from the Veterinarian, carries you into the house in a brand new soft, furry dog bed, and places you down next to the warm, cozy fireplace."
      “That sound nice.  Dog like that.”
      “Oh sure, it’s nice and cozy for you, but your balls are still at the Vet’s office, in a jar, on a shelf somewhere.”
      With that revelation, Dog’s eyes widened.  He backed up into a corner and crouched down on all fours.
      “No, no, this not be true.  People, nice people.  People take Dog from street.  Give Dog home.”
      “Well, believe whatever you want to believe, pal.  All I can tell you is what I’ve seen happen around here.  I’m just glad I’m a cat and not a dog,” Cat said, licking his fur.  “I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes, er- I mean, paws.”
      “What is Dog to do?  What is Dog to do?” Dog repeated, as he raced around the house from door to door, trying to get out.  As Dog scratched at the kitchen door, Cat sauntered over to him.
      “Cool your jets, Fido.  All the doors are locked.  They lock them every night before they go to bed.  There’s no way out.”
      “Please, help me.  Please hide me.  You cat, you smart.  You think of something.”
      “No, wouldn’t work, you’re too big to hide.  Sorry, you’re on your own.”
      “No, please.  Dog beg you.  Dog do whatever Cat say.  Help Dog, please.”
      “Well, there’s only one way out of this, as far as I can see.”
      “Yes, talk more.  Cat, talk more.”
      “Well, if you really want to make sure that you don’t get sent to the Veterinarian…"
      “Yes-yes?” Dog asked.
      “You’re going to have to kill them.”
      “Kill them?” Dog paused.
      “Yes, in their sleep, tonight,” Cat stated.
      “You want Dog to kill Man and Woman?”
      “Oh, not just the Man and the Woman, but the Boy and the Girl as well.  You must understand that they are people.  And people send their dogs to the Veterinarian.  It is in their nature.  You must get rid of all of them, or you will be sent to the Veterinarian.”
      “But, how?  Dog not have weapon.”
      “Sure you do.  A big brute like you, you’ve got the greatest weapon that nature ever created.  Your big canine fangs,” Cat exclaimed.
      “My fangs?”
      “Yes, your fangs.”
      “But how?” Dog asked.
      “Oh, for the love of… I know you’re a dog, but do I have to explain everything to you?”
      Dog just stood there with a blank look on his face.
      Cat took a deep breath and slowly let it out.
      “Okay, here is what you do,” Cat began.  “You quietly climb up the stairs to the second floor.  You go into the master bedroom.  You then pounce on the Man, and with one quick bite to the Man’s neck, you sever his jugular.  You then do the same thing to the Woman.  You quickly run to the Boy’s room and do the same thing to him.  Finally, you race to the Girl's room, before she can wake up, and do away with her the same way.
      “I don’t know,” Dog wondered.  “You sure this only way?”
      “Hey, look.  Do whatever you want to do.  They’re your nuts, not mine.”
      Dog closed his eyes and thought for a moment.
      “Dog, do it.”
      “Good for you, Dog,” Cat said, as he ambled over to the refrigerator.  "Mark my words, when you’re through, your troubles will be over.”
      Dog lowered his head and quietly made his way up the stairs to the second floor.
As growls and screams pierced the air, Cat wedged his fat, furry rump against the refrigerator door and popped it open.  Cat perused the contents of the refrigerator as if it were a smorgasbord. 
      “Hmm, lets see what’s in this bowl,” Cat said, as he knocked a big plastic bowl from one of the refrigerator shelves.  “Tuna salad, my favorite,” Cat exclaimed, as the contents of the bowl splattered onto the kitchen floor.
      “Those silly people.  To think that they actually had the nerve to bring another pet into my home,” Cat thought to himself, as he licked the tuna salad from his left paw.  “Over my dead body, or should I say, over their dead bodies,” Cat hissed.

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