I always knew my human was up to something. The way they whispered on the phone, the extra trips to the pet store—but I never imagined what was coming next.
One sunny afternoon, they walked in carrying a tiny box, smelling of something unfamiliar yet intriguing. I stood tall, ears perked, tail twitching. Was this a new toy? A surprise treat?
Then, it moved.
A small, fluffy creature peeked out, eyes sharp as moonlight. My heart raced. Not a toy. Not a treat. A new brother. A cat.
I wasn’t sure how to feel at first. He was smaller than me, yet somehow, he walked like he owned the place. He didn’t chase me like my other dog friends—no wagging, no playful bows. Just steady, confident steps and a tail that flicked like he was telling his own silent jokes.
But then, I noticed something else.
My human was setting up new bowls, new cushions, new treats. Things that looked different—but smelled familiar. Was this all for him? Or… was this for both of us?
I sniffed at the new soft bedding—it felt like a cloud under my paws. Our human knew. They knew we would need different things, but also things we could share.
The new cat wasn’t bad. He was… curious. Like me. He watched as I chewed my favorite toy, paws tapping lightly as if deciding whether to steal it or not. He eyed my food but had his own shiny bowl, something designed just for him.
It hit me then—this wasn’t just his arrival. This was a new chapter.
A new member in the pack means new adventures. New supplies. New everything.
And just like that, I knew something big was coming. Something for him. Something for me. Something for every furry friend in every pack.
Welcome home, little brother. 🐶🐱