Furballs: Page 1

“Well, at least now I don’t have to smell wet cat hair,” said Nok, the dog. “Shush, you,” replied Haru, the cat, hissing. “It’s your fault we’re in this mess to begin with, and don’t think I will let you forget that!” The crackling fire and its lovely warmth were the first nice things to happen to them in quite a long while. They had been tramping through the Vegal forest for hours, and their little paws were blistered and sore, so sitting down was also a nice thing. They sighed in unison, lost in the dancing flames. “You got food in that ruck?” Nok barked. “Only cat food,” Haru meowed, then softened. “But I’d be willing to share.” The wind woke the trees as it breezed on through. The r...View all