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Night in a boxcar
Description: Newly discovered feelings between a cat and a dog as they travel across the US, based on the disney movie bolt. (Duh)
The boxcar rattled as it rode quickly over the bumpy train tracks, the smell of pinewood hung in the air, and the crickets chirped outside, though their songs were faint over the loud boxcar riding over the track imperfections. Rhino, Mittens, and Bolt had all gathered together to sleep behind a stack of heavy crates and boxes filling the interior of the boxcar.
Bolt had lost track of the time, but he knew it was well past midnight. His only trustworthy piece of clockwork was the sun... and it had long since set. He had stared blankly at the Waffle World map they had carried along with them. He determined that they were somewhere in western Kansas, but the white American Shepherd had lost focus on the map a while ago. What concerned him more was the amazing change he had experienced over the past two days. He felt wonderful being a regular dog and knew now he wasn't a superdog, and now even chuckled as he looked back on a time when he believed he was. He owed it all to that black and white alley cat, Mittens.
Mittens had taught him exactly how to live like a normal dog, and for the first time in his life, Bolt felt like he was where he belonged. In the proper place. Bolt felt like a hole inside his heart had been filled since he and Mittens had met, but what confused him was how the hole, every time he and Mittens were separated, returned. He thought about a couple of instances where Mittens was not around him, such as when she went off in search for food, and when it happened, it pained him inside.
Given up on sleep, he rose to all fours and stretched, careful not to wake the black and white alley cat and the eccentric brown hamster. He trotted across the boxcar to the doorway and stared out into the night. There were valleys, wide and long, and the beads of dew on the tall grass shimmered under the crescent moon. He was mesmerized by the beauty as he sat on the edge of the boxcar's doorway. Bolt felt a little stuffy, despite the door being opened, so he walked over to the front end of the doorway and briefly stuck his head out, getting some fresh air. Though it worked, he still felt a little stuffy. He dropped his jaw and panted a little, cooling himself down. It seemed like everything that could possibly prevent him from sleeping, whether it be emotional, physical, atmospherical, or any other reason, ended up being successful at doing so. And, if it wasn't one, it was another.
But a common feeling that had filled him all that long night in the boxcar was the comforting feeling of being near that cat. It felt strange for him to admit it to himself, but she definitely was not what he expected, especially from a cat. She was loyal, helpful, and obviously wore the pants in the "family." One of the most remarkable things about her, to Bolt, was her spunk. She had more guts than most of the cats he had caught... a category he labeled "easy prey." But she was a trooper, alright, and this bravery she bared simply amazed Bolt.
Bolt stared out of the boxcar one more time and felt a rush of emotion pass over him like a wave over a beach. He wanted to have Mittens close to him... by his side. He reached out with his left forepaw, feeling around as if Mittens was there. He suddenly shook his head back and forth and whispered to himself, "Woah... that was strange." Bolt drew a deep breath and exhaled, watching the passing countryside. He looked across the valley to what he was sure was a face. It wasn't just any face, it was the face of Mittens. Again, after a short hesitation, he had to shake himself free of the hallucination. "Okay, I think I really need to get some sleep." He stated and began to trot back to the boxes behind which lay the sleeping Mittens and Rhino.
Laying down on the red plaid blanket they had found, Bolt closed his eyes, but laying next to Mittens again he could feel her body heat and her slow, steady breathing as gentle as a summer breeze. His mind was, again, bombarded with thoughts of Mittens. Bolt struggled to keep the thoughts out until, finally, he had reluctantly concluded that he had a crush on Mittens. He opened his mouth, eyes still closed, and whispered, "Come on, Bolt! Snap out of it!"
"You say something, Bolt?" Mittens inquired lowly, and sounding like she was wide awake. Bolt was a little embarrassed and stuttered, "Oh I... I uh couldn't sleep." "Yeah, same here. I just kinda... well, I felt kinda like I never properly thanked you for saving me from the shelter... so, thanks. A lot." Mittens smiled. Bolt opened his amber eyes and gazed into her green orbs. They both were entranced by each other. "So... you can't sleep either?" Bolt asked, breaking the stare. Mittens shook her head and whispered, "No." "Well, come here I gotta show you something..."
Bolt invited, eagerly standing up on all fours once again and slowly trotting over to the...
The boxcar rattled as it rode quickly over the bumpy train tracks, the smell of pinewood hung in the air, and the crickets chirped outside, though their songs were faint over the loud boxcar riding over the track imperfections. Rhino, Mittens, and Bolt had all gathered together to sleep behind a stack of heavy crates and boxes filling the interior of the boxcar.
Bolt had lost track of the time, but he knew it was well past midnight. His only trustworthy piece of clockwork was the sun... and it had long since set. He had stared blankly at the Waffle World map they had carried along with them. He determined that they were somewhere in western Kansas, but the white American Shepherd had lost focus on the map a while ago. What concerned him more was the amazing change he had experienced over the past two days. He felt wonderful being a regular dog and knew now he wasn't a superdog, and now even chuckled as he looked back on a time when he believed he was. He owed it all to that black and white alley cat, Mittens.
Mittens had taught him exactly how to live like a normal dog, and for the first time in his life, Bolt felt like he was where he belonged. In the proper place. Bolt felt like a hole inside his heart had been filled since he and Mittens had met, but what confused him was how the hole, every time he and Mittens were separated, returned. He thought about a couple of instances where Mittens was not around him, such as when she went off in search for food, and when it happened, it pained him inside.
Given up on sleep, he rose to all fours and stretched, careful not to wake the black and white alley cat and the eccentric brown hamster. He trotted across the boxcar to the doorway and stared out into the night. There were valleys, wide and long, and the beads of dew on the tall grass shimmered under the crescent moon. He was mesmerized by the beauty as he sat on the edge of the boxcar's doorway. Bolt felt a little stuffy, despite the door being opened, so he walked over to the front end of the doorway and briefly stuck his head out, getting some fresh air. Though it worked, he still felt a little stuffy. He dropped his jaw and panted a little, cooling himself down. It seemed like everything that could possibly prevent him from sleeping, whether it be emotional, physical, atmospherical, or any other reason, ended up being successful at doing so. And, if it wasn't one, it was another.
But a common feeling that had filled him all that long night in the boxcar was the comforting feeling of being near that cat. It felt strange for him to admit it to himself, but she definitely was not what he expected, especially from a cat. She was loyal, helpful, and obviously wore the pants in the "family." One of the most remarkable things about her, to Bolt, was her spunk. She had more guts than most of the cats he had caught... a category he labeled "easy prey." But she was a trooper, alright, and this bravery she bared simply amazed Bolt.
Bolt stared out of the boxcar one more time and felt a rush of emotion pass over him like a wave over a beach. He wanted to have Mittens close to him... by his side. He reached out with his left forepaw, feeling around as if Mittens was there. He suddenly shook his head back and forth and whispered to himself, "Woah... that was strange." Bolt drew a deep breath and exhaled, watching the passing countryside. He looked across the valley to what he was sure was a face. It wasn't just any face, it was the face of Mittens. Again, after a short hesitation, he had to shake himself free of the hallucination. "Okay, I think I really need to get some sleep." He stated and began to trot back to the boxes behind which lay the sleeping Mittens and Rhino.
Laying down on the red plaid blanket they had found, Bolt closed his eyes, but laying next to Mittens again he could feel her body heat and her slow, steady breathing as gentle as a summer breeze. His mind was, again, bombarded with thoughts of Mittens. Bolt struggled to keep the thoughts out until, finally, he had reluctantly concluded that he had a crush on Mittens. He opened his mouth, eyes still closed, and whispered, "Come on, Bolt! Snap out of it!"
"You say something, Bolt?" Mittens inquired lowly, and sounding like she was wide awake. Bolt was a little embarrassed and stuttered, "Oh I... I uh couldn't sleep." "Yeah, same here. I just kinda... well, I felt kinda like I never properly thanked you for saving me from the shelter... so, thanks. A lot." Mittens smiled. Bolt opened his amber eyes and gazed into her green orbs. They both were entranced by each other. "So... you can't sleep either?" Bolt asked, breaking the stare. Mittens shook her head and whispered, "No." "Well, come here I gotta show you something..."
Bolt invited, eagerly standing up on all fours once again and slowly trotting over to the...
