Of course he would sit there, thought Mittens. The seat had barely ceased to smell like her, but humans had no idea about such things as etiquette. Their smells lingered worse than anything’s.

Her eyes widened as he approached with outstretched hand. She knew this game. It was the dog who delighted in this sort of unhygienic exchange. Not her. Couldn’t the human understand?

She whipped her tail in disapproval, then again in obvious warning. But to no avail. He cooed. She froze. He advanced. This was too much! As he reached down, she slashed. Grumbling, as she left the room.

Practising 3-act structure in a 101-word story. Img via Didgeman.