Role

Chapter 2

As I grew to find my place in this two-leg household, so did my Mistress.
Babark and Baboof were gone most of the time, visiting the palace and center
of the tree city of stick-like two-legs. They left early in the morning with
boundless energy and returned dragging their feet. I didnt care about them
though. I only had eyes for Her. And while they were gone we played and
played and played. She could get around just fine on Her two legs now, but
I appreciated that She would still humor me often, bowing in the language of
my people on all fours. We frolicked Outside on the outskirts of the two-leg-
tree-city. We were a great team, sniffing out bugs and rabbits and making
them run. She didnt like it when I would drink out of a fetid puddle or roll
my glorious coat in goat manure, but I did love making Her face wrinkle up.
Sometimes She would fall and cry, and bury Her face in the ruff of my neck.
Her pain made me sad, but I secretly loved that I was Her great comfort. She
had no other friends, not even other two-legs. Two-legs have cat-like stupid-
ity sometimes.