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The Newest Member Part 1

“What in the world is that doing here?” Mimosa asked, his whiskers twitching. He, Stanley and Pepper sat together on the living room floor. They were all staring at the creature curled on the floor next to the couch. Its black fur almost blended into the dark brown couch behind it.
                “From what I can gather, that puppy is just sitting there,” Stanley answered, leaping up on top of the wooden coffee table for an observational, non-committal look from above. 
                The puppy looked up at Stanley with her light brown eyes rimmed with blue. She opened her mouth and let her tongue hang out in greeting.
                “Wow! Is this all it can do?” Mimosa groaned, joining Stanley on the coffee table. “Stick its tongue out?”
                “Well, she’s young, give it some time,” Stanley advised, watching the puppy as she now happily chewed on her own paw.
                “I’m so happy!” Pepper cried, wagging her tail and going into true downward dog position. “I’m not the only dog! I’m not outnumbered!”
                “Well, you should tell her that the paws are for walking, not for chewing!” Mimosa suggested, shaking his head at the puppy in disgust.
                “Okay, okay,” Pepper sprang to her feet and trotted over to the puppy. “Stop chewing on your paws!” she shouted, enunciating every syllable.
                “She’s slow, not deaf!” Mimosa hissed, tightly closing his eyes to the ruckus Pepper was making.
                “She’s a puppy, not slow!” Stanley swatted Mimosa’s ear in reprimand.  “Don’t be mean!”
                The puppy stopped chewing on her paw and looked at Pepper. “Who?” she whimpered.
                “Hey! She can talk!” Mimosa snapped his head up.
                “Of course she can!” Stanley said, busying himself by cleaning the back of his ears with his paw.
                “Does she think she’s an owl?” Pepper whispered to the cats on the table, her brow furrowed with worry. 
                “No, Pepper. She’s young and will probably speak in one or two word sentences.” Stanley sighed.  “The puppy was asking what your name is.”
                “Oooh!” Pepper nodded her head in realization. Directing her gaze to the puppy, she answered slowly, “My…name…is…Pepper! I…am…a…dog…like…you! What…is…your…name?”
(To be continued....)

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