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Stout sighed as he laid in the warm 

sunlight streaming through the 

front door. The house was still and 

quiet. His masters were at work for 

the day.   “I do love lying in the hot 

sun, but I’m feeling a little lonely. I 

wonder if Lucy will play with me,” 

Stout thought.

Lucy, the orange tabby cat, was curled 

up and sleeping in her favorite spot on 

the couch. Stout trotted over to her. 

“Lucy? Do you want to run up and down 

the stairs with me? We can have a 

race! It will be so much fun!” he 

barked. Lazily, Lucy picked up her head 

and glared at the black dog. “No thank 

you. I’m quite happy sitting here on my 

throne,” she hissed in reply.

Stout walked away 

sadly. He found 

another sunny spot 

by the back door and 

plopped down. He 

fell asleep, dreaming 

of sticks in the 

backyard, belly rubs, 

and playing with 

Lucy. He woke with a 

jolt, and ran to his 

cat sister. 

“Lucy! Mom and 

Dad won’t be 

home for hours! 

Let’s lay on the 

bed, right on the 

pillows! That’s 

the most 

comfortable spot! 

I’ll even let you 

have Mom’s 

pillow. Let’s go!”  

“Lay on the 

bed with a 

dog? Never! 

Dog breath! 

Yuck,” Lucy 

scowled in 

reply. She 

returned her 

head to her 

paws and 

went back 

to sleep.

Stout 

jumped on 

the bed, but 

it wasn’t the 

same 

without his 

sister. He 

didn’t even 

bother to lay 

his head on 

Mom’s 

pillow.

As he sat on the bed, 

Stout began to feel 

frustrated. He may 

have dog breath, but 

what dog didn’t? He 

was fun! He was 

good at cuddling! He 

gave the best kisses 

of any dog he knew! 

Why wouldn’t Lucy 

want to spend time 

with him?

Stout jumped off 

the bed with 

determination. He 

ran downstairs as 

fast as all four 

legs could carry 

him and jumped 

on the couch, 

practically 

knocking Lucy 

from her favorite 

spot.

She meowed 

loudly, “What 

do you think 

you are doing?” 

“Lucy, we would 

have so much 

fun playing 

together! You 

don’t know 

what you’re 

missing! Look!”  

Stout ran to the 

middle of the living 

room carpet. He 

sat down. He gave 

Lucy one paw, then 

the other. He lied 

down, and then 

rolled over. He 

crept towards her 

slowly, his most 

impressive trick. 

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