I had a name...didn’t I?

He had grown so used to life without a trainer, distant memories of his previous owner had come and gone. Yet, something about something as trivial as a name was something that seemed to be bothering him. 

Pumpkin, I think it was...that’s what she called me a lot.

He whines, lowering his bottom to the floor as his ears droop downwards. He rests his head beneath his paws, closing his eyes.

“Do you want me to throw it?”

Throw! Throw! Throw! Throw! 

Yamper comes up to you and offers you his ball.

Mizi reaches down and rubs his tummy. “Aww! You’re so cute! Little puppy, little wuppy puppy!!”

This awakens the boy! Yamper’s legs kick, as his front paws swipe at Mizi’s hands. 

“Wamp! Wamp! Wamp!” 

I’m a cute puppy! I’m a cute puppy!! 

... What’s a puppy? 

Easy. 

Bundle him up in your jacket, if you’re Travis Touchdown. 

Or plop down beside him for a nice nap, if you’re Travis Touchdown’s cat, Jeane.

He pulls a soft blanket over the snoozing Yamper. Sleep well sweet prince.

He sleeps...

“… …”

“Is it getting colder lately, or am I imagining it?”

“Wamp!”

after a few seconds of letting themselves be pawed at, they reorient their body to gently pin yamper’s paws and sniff excitedly at his face

‘hi! are you new here?’ 

If Yamper had a physical, human body, he would be giggling at the playful nature of Mew. But there’s only so much a dog can do, as he attempts to wiggle his paws from underneath Mew and lean up to give a welcoming lick to Mew’s cheek. 

“Yes! I am!”

It’s him, it’s him! He’s a good boy! Yamper barks excitedly, spinning in a circle as the stranger feeds him compliments. 

Send ‘!!’ and I’ll write a para description of your muse from mine’s perspective

no talk me i’m angy 

     He should have never been allowed to learn what a camera is. At least this time he can use it for good and not to spam strangers with 700 selfies.

“ So c u u u u u u u u u t e . . . . . . ! ” Cue him kneeling down and tapping the snapshot button at least once every five seconds. If this doesn’t finally fill up the last of his phone’s memory space, then the next time he buys himself a new outfit will.

Grrr.. he’s going to get that tail eventually! He spins, running as fast as he can, until he ultimately comes to a stop. 

“Waaaa....”

Dizzy... I’m so dizzy... 

Yamper plops over on his side, panting with his paws out in front of him. He doesn’t even recognize the man in front of him, until he finally recognizes the sound of a camera shooting pictures of him. Glancing up, but not pushing himself up onto all fours, Yamper notices the man, his tongue hanging out of his mouth and just lightly touching the floor beneath him.