Betty sat on the ottoman and looked out the window. She had to pee. She saw a squirrel streak across the grass. She watched another one follow it. She couldn’t hold her bladder any longer. She jumped down and padded to the front door. One paw stepped in a puddle. She squatted down and peed. It was relief, but now she was hungry.
At her food dish, Betty investigated. It was still empty. The bag where it came from was on a shelf that she couldn’t reach. She looked down at her dish again and sniffed inside. The water dish was empty. She licked metal.
Betty made her way to the bedroom. She jumped up on the bed and spun a couple of times. She lay down in the disheveled blankets. She stared at the open doorway until her lids grew heavy. Down they slid, shuttering her consciousness. She slept.
Commotion woke Betty immediately. Adrenaline surged through her chest. She used her ears to locate the threat. She saw pulsing lights in the dark hallway.
In the front room, she stared at the door window. Red and blue lights fought to get inside. Two men entered view. There was a series of pounding knocks at the door.
Betty yelled, “Daddy, daddy, daddy!”
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