I bark as loud as I can hoping someone will notice me.

“Let me in! Please, I’ll be a good dog!” I bark.

“Rocco, shut up!” Dad yells.

“No! Let me in!”

I keep barking and scratching at the door but no one opens it. I keep going refusing to give up until I hear a voice behind me.

“What are you doing?” Whiskers meows.

“Trying to get them to let me back in the house!” I whine.

“They don’t understand you, stupid.” She hisses.

“But they know I’m barking.”

“Dogs!” She mutters. “You could try not barking, that’s probably what they want.”

I glare at her.

“Whatever,” She yawns (why are cats always so tired!?), “just do it more quietly. I’m trying to hunt and you’re scaring all the mice away!”

“If they would just let me back in the house then we wouldn’t have this problem!” I growl.

Whiskers turns and, with a flick of her tail, saunters of. She jumps onto the fence and into next door’s garden - I wish I could jump that high.

I turn back to the door, take a deep breath and start barking again.