I was running.

Running through bramble and bushes.

Running from something- something huge.

My paws bounced across the ground, bounding over roots and fallen branches, diving under bushes and leaping over the green-ish grass. I meowed with glee, not scared one bit at the person chasing me.

Until I realized that no one was chasing me anymore.

I slowed down, looking around for Teghan.

I was confused.

That is, until I ran right into her.

Right into her clever little trap.

"Gotcha!" Teghan laughed, snatching me up.

"Curse my luck," I groaned, but, of course, all Teghan heard was 'meow'.

"Now, Newt, I know that your having fun outside," Teghan tapped me on the nose, "but can't you have fun inside instead? Mom and PJ are going to be leaving soon, and I need to be inside when they do."

I glared at Teghan, but sighed.

I mean, you can't say no to that face, can you?

"Fine," I purred. "Now put me down! "

Teghan took my angry meows as a yes- but didn't put me down.

As usual, she carried me to the bright coral-colored front door of the giant wooden box she calls a 'house', turning the knob and giving me just enough time to jump out of her arms and enter the house.

Okay- I know what your thinking.

Who's Teghan?

Why can't she understand you?

Who are you?!

Teghan is my human- my owner.

Yup.

That's right.

I'm a cat.

My name is Newt (or Trip, if you're a human- I tend to get in people's way, hence the nickname).

And this?

This is my story.