House Cat

Stretched out upon a bed that once belonged to the dog, the kitten was content.
Gone were the days where he'd had to struggle outside, hoping his mother would return before he and his siblings starved. Gone were the terrible nights when a howl might mean that a pack of hounds had found them.
Gone was the rain that left his fur drenched, and the harsh sun-baked earth that burnt his paws.
No, now his life was luxurious.
Comfortable beds, fresh water, and all the food he could ever desire. A warm lap just for him, and toys to pounce on.
Yes, the life of a house cat promised to be a good one.
And so the kitten stretched out once more upon the dog's bed, and purred his contentment.