Ashley Bakes A CakeIt was Adam and Ashley's father's birthday. In the kitchen, an orange teenage cat wearing an apron was gathering ingredients and placing them in a bowl. The counter had already looked like it had just barely survived an intense battle between a gang of eggs and a mob of flour. The cat herself also looked like she had been caught in the crossfire of this intense battle, but still looked in excellent health and in quite a cheerful mood regardless.
"Ashley!" A young voice shouted from above.
Ashley stopped what she was doing, with a half of an egg shell in each hand, glanced upwards trying to spot the source of the voice. Having found nothing, she assumed she imagined it and continued with her business.
"Ashley!" The voice shouted again, this time sounding even more desperate.
Ashley turned around this time, but still saw no one. "Yes?" She shouted back.
"Where are you?" The voice shouted again, still coming, barely audibly, from above her.
"In the kitchen!" She shouted back, now confiden
Ashley Does LaundryAshley Does Laundry3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was laundry day. Down in the basement, an orange teenaged cat stood in front of the washing machine, looking down into a basket of dirty clothes. She grinned as she took each article of clothing out of the basket, inspected them, and tossed them into the washing machine.
Behind her, someone lurked. Just behind a stack of boxes of forgotten Christmas decorations and old baby books and photo albums, a small red cat peered towards the orange cat. Slowly, and quietly, the red cat crept out from behind the boxes, getting into the right position to pounce. Then, with all the grace and speed of a cat, he launched himself towards the teenager, landing on her shoulders and cupping his paws over her eyes.
"Guess who!" He challenged her, playfully.
The teenage cat continued to smile. "Let's see, could it be my little brother, Adam?"
"You got it!" He shouted, jumping down onto the floor.
The young cat was about a third of the larger cat's size. It was hard to tell that they're related, with one
Hot Off The PressesHot Off The Presses3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The machinery chugged away loudly, pushing papers and printing words as Billy, the tan bunny was led through the newspaper printing room of the Daily Calamity building. The antelope leading him through, Mr. Cruftshirt, was going on and on about the history of their city newspaper and how important it is for the newspaper industry to remain striving even in this day and age. Billy couldn't catch a word of it beneath the sound of the printing press.
This was Billy's first day at his new job. He looked forward to it. He knew it wasn't a lot of pay and the work wasn't easy, but he was just glad to be given this opportunity.
"And this is where you'll be stationed." Mr. Cruftshirt shouted, once they reached an area where the noise of the machinery wasn't as deafening. "See this?" He motioned towards a huge roll of blank newspaper paper being fed into the large printing press. "This paper goes into the machine and that's what becomes the newspapers we all read every morning." He motioned over