The sprawling suburbs of historic New Kottenburg glittered beneath the pale, star-lit sky. The streets were littered with commuters, their headlights filling the roads with snake-like ribbons of muted yellow, and the distant neon-electric signs splashed the buildings with color.

This was the city's most vibrant hour, almost everyone was out, and it was truly beautiful...

To the uninformed observer.

Truth be told, there were much nicer places to live in New Kottenburg than the historic district. It was aging and hopelessly run down, crime rates were soaring, and whoever was unfortunate or stupid enough to remain lived a life of almost guaranteed misfortune. Simply put, you didn't live in historic New Kottenburg if you could help it, you only lived there if circumstances demanded it, and for far too many citizens, the circumstances were demanding indeed.

One of those citizens was a white, yellow-spotted cat named Abigail Day. She wasn't the most beautiful thing to look at; her body and face were a bit too thin, and with her size she was almost swallowed by the surrounding crowd, but she was pretty enough, even to the dogs.

Her large, bright blue eyes shone underneath electric neon, and as she trotted along, her bushy tail swished out from under her trench coat. A few of the nearby dogs watched quietly, faces nearly perfect windows of any thoughts towards her, but before they could make a move she would disappear back into the crowd, almost like a little ghost.

This was her first week here in New Kottenburg, and even though her new home had its limitations, she was happy. Anything was better than her old town, and her new retail job even had a pretty good opportunity for advancement. In a few years Abigail hoped to be a manager, maybe even something better in a few more, and as she walked along she stared up into the beautiful skyscraper lights of New Kottenburg's uptown.

As long as she kept that skyline to her front, she should be able to get back to her economy flat soon enough, and with a small breath she wrapped her arms in her coat and moved along with the mostly canine crowd.

She smiled for a second. That was about the only really bad thing about New Kottenburg. She didn't exactly have a problem with dogs, they were easy enough to tolerate she supposed, but she couldn't help but miss the cat majority of her hometown. Oh well, at least they were pretty civilized here, nothing like her parents had warned her about.

Abigail smiled even more. Stories of dogs eating cats, such nonsense...

A few minutes passed, and with every one she edged closer to her cozy little apartment. The street signs seemed vaguely familiar, maybe she'd even seen some yesterday, but just in case she flipped her phone out and opened the GPS.

Yes, these were familiar streets, but there was something wrong. She was a little too far south, maybe it had been that small window shopping detour a few hours ago, and Abigail paused for a second and moved out of the crowd.

She squinted at the phone and nearby street sign, small cat face starting to show signs of her anxiety. This place was even worse then her neighborhood, that'd been one of the first things her coworkers had told her, and as she started to glance left and right, she knew that she had to get out of her before it got any later...

She tapped the home button and-

What happened next happened all too fast. In a split-second her phone was gone, almost like it just flew out of her hands as a hooded, long-muzzled dog suddenly ran by and pushed her aside. She stumbled to the ground, giving a long desperate meow as she hit the hard concrete, and after a few seconds, she realized what just happened.

"I've been robbed!" Abigail shrieked, leaping to her paws and forcing her way after the thief, "That dog! Up there! He stole my phone!"

Slowly but reluctantly, people silently shuffled out of the way, but none of them offered a single chance of assistance. The young cat kept sprinting down the street, hardly noticing that nearly everyone ignored her, and kept screaming and meowing as loudly as she could.

"He took my phone! Somebody please! Help me!"

She forced several canines out of the way and kept chasing after the hooded dog. She could see him just a few meters ahead, and she swore that she could catch him if she only moved a little faster. If only these damned dogs would move out of the way, would it kill them to move half a foot towards the edge of the sidewalk?

Almost there, she tried to tell herself, almost...

Out of nowhere a solid body suddenly stepped out of a shop and straight into Abigail's path, and her eyes opened wide in fear. She tried to slow down and change direction, but she was moving too fast, and after another split-second she crashed into the firm body and was brought to a sudden, painful halt.

The figure didn't even flinch as Abigail practically bounced off the body, and she stumbled back a few steps before trying to move past him again. Despite her size, Abigail was a tough girl, and she wasn't going to let this... thing stop her.

That phone had cost more than a week's salary, and by god she was going to get it back.

"Mister, I'm really sorry about that, but I need to keep going," Abigail quickly exhaled as she tried to slip by, this was no time for a conversation, "That dog up there stole my phone, and I really need to get it back."

"Oh, I'm sorry about that, miss," he seemed to take up the entire sidewalk, "What's that you said?"

She tried to squeeze past him, but the crowds were starting to box them in, "That dog stole my phone! Right up there, the one with the hood!"

The figure turned around and exposed his face to a streetlight, he was a german shepherd, one of the largest she'd ever seen, and he peered down across the crowds in search of her thief.

"Do you see him?" Abigail panted desprately, "Mister, I really, really need that phone back, if you'd just let me by for a second..."

He looked for a few more seconds and then turned down to her, "He's gone, honey," his gentle voice hardly looked like it would have belonged to his face, "I'm so, so, sorry."

"Really?" Abigail's voice was a disappointed little squeak, "You don't see anything?"

The german shepherd looked again before turning back to her, his face and voice the very definition of sympathy, "No, he's gone. I'm so sorry, kitty."

Abigail sighed deeply, "It's okay... it's not like it's your fault or anything," she swore under her breath, "I can't believe that just happened..."

The dog placed a broad paw on her shoulder and stared down at her, "It's okay, I know it doesn't seem like that now, but it will be. Trust me."

Abigail looked up at him, "I know..."

"Is there anything I can help you with? Do you want to talk to a cop? Could I give you a ride home perhaps? Anything to make your night a little better," he paused for a second, and then added warmly, "I'm William Scruffs by the way."

"Pleased to meet you William," Abigail managed to break a thin smile and stood still for a few seconds, "And I hope you don't mind, but I really need to get going, by myself, phone or no phone" Abigail turned away and started walking down the street, "And don't worry, I managed to get a map up before my phone was stolen. I know the way now."

"And risk being robbed again?" the dog asked with a frown "Now I don't know about that."

The cat shrugged, "There's nothing else to rob. That phone was my most valuable possesssion. I'll be okay, really."

William took a few steps after her as she started to slip away, "Are you sure you know where you are?"

"76th South and 12th West," Abigail called out the correct address, "My house isn't that far from here," she turned back and smiled for a few seconds, "I promise, okay?"

The dog stared for a few seconds, trying to determine what to do. She was so pretty, the fact that she was a cat made it even better for him, and he couldn't stand the thought of her walking home by herself. She wouldn't last more than 5 minutes, and that was being generous. There were genuinely crazy, and hungry, dogs out here. Dogs who would love nothing more than a tasty little dish of cat...

"Let me take you home," he called out, "It's not safe out here, I'm serious. Miss kitty, please listen to me!"

Abigail smiled to herself for a few seconds, he really was concerned, wasn't he? Too bad he was worrying about nothing.

The streets were almost completely empty, and whatever pedestrians were left were finishing up their business and heading home. William glanced around nervously, they were the only two left on this block, and he silently growled to himself. That poor cat. She was basically begging to be eaten, but she didn't even know it, and he started to slowly follow her. He wouldn't let that happen now, not to someone as lovely as her.

Abigail started humming and picked up her pace. The german shepherd was still following her, and she'd try to lose him if she could help it. He was nice and everything, yes, but she simply didn't want help, especially from a dog.

She grinned, yes, especially from a dog.

"HEY!"

A sudden bark pierced the dead quiet night air, and Abigail rapidly leapt towards the source. She looked down the alley, dead-frozen as a scruffy, snarling rottweiler charged towards her with arms outstretched. His eyes were wildly lit and she could see almost every fang as he let out another shrill, uninteligible bark.

Abigail shrieked just as the rottweiler grabbed her and forced her down to the cold, hard cement. His terrible fangs and drooling, disgusting mouth were just inches from her frail little face, and the dog started to shake her violently while speaking some sort of... gibberish.

"HEEEEEEEEEEELP!" Abigail screamed.

The dog snarled and slapped her face before starting to talk in a husky, scratchy voice, "Shut up, you idiot! Do you know who this is?" Abigail only screamed louder, triggering yet another slap, "Dog gonna eat you! Eat you! You hear me? Stay away, kitty, run! Run!"

He started shaking her again, letting drool fly all over her body, and Abigail loudly meowed, "Leave me alone, let me go!"

"SOMEONE, ANYONE, HELP!"

The rottweiler barked sharply and squeezed Abigail's arms, "SHUT UP, YOU IDIOT! DON'T YOU UND-"

He was sharply cut off by a suddenly, brutal punch to the jaw, and Abigail watched as the german shepherd dragged him off her and landed a second, even more powerful blow directly to his skull.

"Leave her alone, you sick mutt!" William's face was filled with deadly, unimaginable ferocity, and his snarling fangs made the rottweiler's look like mere toothpicks, "LEAVE HER ALONE!"

The other dog staggered to his paws, and stopped a few meters away, "Kitty, listen! Dog gonna eat.."

His sentence was again cut off as William suddenly charged towards him, and in a split-second the rottweiler was sprinting off down into the alley and garbage cans. It didn't look like he'd be coming back.

William paused, breathing heavily from beneath his coat, and after a few more seconds his face softened back into a warm, kind smile. He stared at her with his large gentle eyes, wordlessly telling her that everything was alright, and then scooped her up into his arms.

"You okay?"

Abigail was still practically frozen, but she managed to gather the breath to respond, "Yeah... I.. I think so."

She could hardly believe what she just saw. That had almost been the end, she could have been reduced to dog food if it hadn't been for him, and she glanced up to the german shepherd with a breathless, tear-stained face.

"Oh my god. I... I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't been there, William."

"It's a good thing I was," he pulled her closer to him and started brushing her back, "That's what I was trying to warn you about, okay? It's dangerous down here," he paused, "Can I give you a ride now?"

Abigail broke out into sudden tears as everything started to sink in, "Yes. Get me out of here, William," she wrapped her tiny, delicate paws around his body, "Let's go. Now."

The dog cradled his arm around her and started guiding her towards the car a few blocks down the street. They didn't exchange any more words, he thought it was best to let Abigail think to herself for a few moments, but whenever she broke out into a burst of tears he would pull her thin body closer to his. That seemed to make things a little better, and at this point, he'd try to do anything he could.

The expensive luxury SUV's lights flashed as William unlocked the doors, and he gently lifted Abigail into the passenger seat. At least her face was starting to dry, and they softly exchanged a smile before he climbed into the driver's seat.

William shifted the vehicle into gear and accelerated down the narrow street. The old buildings flew by, and they continued down several more blocks before William spoke again.

"So where is your apartment?"

"24th North and 32nd West. It's right on the corner, you can't miss it."

William glanced over to her with a small smile. Her legs were tucked up next to her body, and she looked quite comfortable in his car's soft leather seat, even if it was a little too large for her. He could hear her lightly purring. The seat warmer was on full, and he watched her stare out the window, quietly observing the streets and people fly by.

"I'm Abigail, by the way," she added after a few more seconds, "Abigail Day."

"Ah," William smiled, "Such a lovely name."

Abigail laughed, "You sure about that? I mean... Abigail," she accentuated each syllable, "Some might argue otherwise."

"I like it," he slowly rubbed a paw across her head, and the purring grew louder, "Really."

William smiled as Abigail stretched and settled back into her seat, "Thank you, Will," she grinned.

With a deep throb from the engine, the black SUV accelerated down the city streets. The lights and skyscrapers continued to fly by as they edged closer to Abigail's apartment, and she could already imagine her warm little bed. She could hardly thank this dog enough.

"So your apartment is at 24th North and 32nd West, right?" William broke the silence and the car rolled up to an intersection.

"Yup, spot on."

The dog frowned and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. So that was her real apartment after all. He'd have to do something about that, wouldn't he? Those places were barely a pawstep above slum status...

"Are you sure, Abigail? I mean..."

"Aww, what's wrong?" the cat purred, "Is Will afraid to drop me off at my own personal dump? Not everyone has a penthouse, you know."

"Afraid for you, yes. Let me take you to my own place, okay?"

The car sped away through the intersection, away from her apartment.

"Umm... okay...," Abigail's claws tapped on the armrest and she paused for a moment, "You know I've lived there for almost a week now, right? It's perfectly safe, William. Trust me," another pause, "You can stop being the hero now, okay? Turn around and drop me off at 24th North."

William tapped the steering wheel while Abigail continued, "Listen, I'm really, really happy you saved my tail back there, but I can handle myself too. I'm learning, okay? I really can manage on my own..."

"It's not that, Abigail," William slowly spoke, "I..."

The cat sighed, "Okay, what is it then? What's making a hotshot dog like you think that he needs to baby me like a wet-eared kitten?"

"I... Look, at least stay for dinner, okay? It's salmon. I thought cats loved fish."

Abigail's ears perked up, and she replied sarcastically, "Oh, salmon? For a cat? How wonderful! I have food at my house too, doggy!"

A few seconds passed and she flatly added, "Just turn the car around, okay? Dogs have tried this on me before. Doesn't work. Now stop making an idiot out of yourself and take me back to 24th North before I call the cops."

"Call with what?" William laughed, "I thought somebody stole your phone?"

Abigail frowned.

"And I'll take you to your place if I can stay for dinner," William panted excitedly, and pulled the car to the side of the road, "What've you got?"

Abigail didn't expect that response, and she replied with a quick frown, , "RAMEN. STRAIGHT FROM THE BARGAIN BINS OF AMERICA."

William burst into a smile, "Did you say ramen? From those little packets?!" his tail started to wag, "I haven't had ramen in years, I love it!"

Abigail stared blankly for a second, thoroughly confused, "Wait. Did you just say you liked ramen?"

"I love it! I didn't even know they still carried it!"

The cat frowned and rubbed a paw across her face. She didn't know what sort of game this dog was trying to play, but one thing was certain; he was starting to get on her nerves.

"William. Ramen sucks."

The dog started the car up again and shifted into gear, "Where'd you say your place is again? I can hardly wait!"

"..."

"No, seriously! Where's the address? I want some ramen!"

This moron can't be serious...

"William, ramen is one of the worst foods money can buy," there was a short pause before she muttered, "I'd rather eat dog balls."

William raised an eyebrow.

Oh god, had she just really said that? How... oh god. Abigail started fiddling with her paws and stared out the window, "Erm. Pardon my language."

"Did you just say that you'd rather eat dog balls?" William giggled.

"Yeah, it's a little expression of mine..."

William laughed for a few more seconds, "I've never heard that one before."?"It's kinda a cat thing..." she really didn't want to talk about this, "You wouldn't really understand, Will."

He paused, this was too good to pass up "Kinda takes on a different meaning talking to a male dog, no?"

Abigail glanced over, eyes darting towards the dog's crotch. There was a noticeable, distinct bulge; the thing was huge.... "Yeah, I suppose it does."

William noticed and laughed a little more, "Exactly what I meant."

"Yeah, umm. That's impressive, but you're not screwing me if that's what you're thinking..."

The dog's eyes lit up in sincerity, "No, no, I'd never suggest such a thing!"

"Good, because it's not happening," she paused, "You're a nice guy, but that? No way."

There was a pause as the two looked different directions, both thinking about the previous sentence. That wasn't happening.

It took almost a minute before William spoke again, "So are we still going over to your place for ramen? I'm getting hungry." The dog smiled and wagged his tail again.

"Oh, well..."

"Yes?"

"Your place is a lot nicer," she shrugged, "I suppose we could just eat there?"

"Alright!" William almost jumped out of the car and ran around to open the passenger door, "Then right this way!"

Abigail paused before stepping out, "And now that I've had the chance to think about that fish..." she grinned and hopped out of the car, "Lead the way, handsome."

William wrapped a paw around the small cat and started down the street, rewarded by another string of purrs. She loved the feel of his warm, broad body against her fragile frame, and she waved her long, fluffy tail against the back of his coat. It was a shame they wouldn't be able to enjoy each other's company longer, wasn't it? She was really starting to enjoy having a handsome dog around...

The pair passed by a stretch of illuminated storefronts and restaurants, a few of them still filled with clients, and then turned a corner to enter a tree-lined street. The atmosphere was muted, almost like one would expect in an area as expensive as this, and William led her down two more blocks before stopping in front of an apartment lobby.

"Here we are, Abigail," he gave a small bow and pulled the door open, "Home sweet home."

The cat slowly trotted inside, her eyes and face glancing at every possible angle. This place was amazing, luxurious beyond her wildest dreams, and she could hardly believe she'd even managed to set paws in here.

"William... I..." she broke out into a beautiful, genuine grin, before uttering the perfect description "Wow."

"Oh, it's not too much," the dog smirked and began to usher her through the lobby, "I just managed to pick it up thanks to some luck on the stock exchange."

"I think that's more than luck, Will" Abigail said, still mesmerized, "This place... oh my god."

William kept smiling and waltzed them to the elevators, "I'm happy you like it, Abigail."

"Like it?" she smiled, "I love this place..."

William tapped the elevator button and kept her right next to his shoulder. She was such a sweet little cat, and gave her head a small pat and pulled her a closer.

"Your fur is so soft," he whispered. Abigail purred louder and rubbed her face into his arm, "It's heavenly."

"Aww, thanks," Abigail kept rubbing her body against his, "You're not too bad either, Will."

William shifted a little as Abigail kept pushing against him. Such a sweet cat indeed...

*Ding!*

"Oh," he pulled them into the elevator, "It's here!"

The doors glided shut and William quickly jabbed a button, sending the elevator rapidly upwards.

"Top floor?" Abigail observed, "Wow."

"Yeah, nice isn't it? The entire level is mine."

Abigail broke out into a wider grin of disbelief. She could scarcely believe that this was really happening to her, and best of all, it just kept getting better and better...

"You really have it all, dontcha Will?" she purred.

"Well," he shuffled a paw, "Almost everything..."

"What more could a dog to want?" Abigail sweetly asked and started rubbing again. He loved it when she did that, and she knew oh so well, "Nice car, sweet doghouse," she paused, "I would die for a place like this..."

She giggled, "When I die, I wouldn't be too upset if this is where I end up."

William glanced at her, "I don't really..."

"Hmm?"

"I don't really get along with other dogs..."

*Ding*

The doors slid open to reveal a small hallway ended by a beautifully carved door, and William swiftly pulled them out of the elevator. He really wished she wouldn't keep talking about this, but of course, Abigail continued...

"I could have told you that!" she laughed, "From what I can tell, you like cats like me a *bit* too much, Will. Have you ever thought of that?"

He forced a grin, "Good idea. I think that problem will be solved right when cats like you stop being so adorable."

As soon as he finished, William scooped Abigail up into his arms and started carrying her over to the door. The cat gasped and stared up at him for a few seconds before finally breaking out into a small giggle. This guy was a genuine Prince Charming.

"Oh, Will," Abigail playfully pawed at his necktie before clasping it between her fingers, "You really know how to charm a kitty, don't you?"

The dog affectionately peered down at her, "Well, I do try my best..."

She giggled again and let go of his tie, "Oh stop that. You don't need to be so modest anymore," she paused, "You're the handsomest dog I've ever met; don't tell me you don't know that."

William bent down and quickly licked her cheek, "Oh, don't think for a second that I don't. Let's just say that I was planning on saving a few things for later, alright?"

Abigail stared at him again, savoring the wet fur right where he had licked her, "Of course," she paused, "Maybe I'll even change my mind on what I said earlier in the car..."

"Oooh, has the little kitty gone bad already?"

They reached the door and William produced a keycard from his pocket, "I would hate to think that I'd spoiled you so soon."

"Maaaaaaaaaaaybe... That really wouldn't be too far from the truth..."

She playfully snagged his tie again and William kicked the door shut- this was going to be quite a night.

The inside of the apartment opened up into a comfortable living room decorated with a small collection of art, lamps, and several dozen of pieces furniture of different sets, colors, and age. It was a little mismatched and some of it seemed out of place, but that simply added to the charm. Besides, nearly every single chair, couch, and anything else you could sit in looked divinely comfortable, and there was an absolutely breathtaking view just a few yards beyond. Abigail loved it, you could see practically every skyscraper, advertisement and star from her, and if she hadn't been so hungry, she would have dove into the room the second Will set her down.

But instead, her feline nose was mesmerized by the smell of the fresh roasting fish. It flooded the room, mingled with the warm smell of aging furniture, and she knew that she hadn't had this particular breed of fish in years. She smiled, and corrected herself. She really hadn't had any sort of fish in years, all cheap McFillets aside.

"Mmmm, William..." she started licking her cheeks, "That smells heavenly."

The german shepherd grinned and walked through the kitchen entrance. The appearance was more or less similar to the living room with an old table surrounded by new and aging chairs, and to the left there was the same dramatic skyline, but best of all, Abigail could see the fish roasting in the oven just a few pawsteps away.

William gracefully placed the cat back on the floor and pulled out a chair, "Now let me go get our food, shall I?"

"Oh, yes, please!" Abigail hopped up into her seat and started preparing her tablecloth, "Thank you, Will."

The dog glided into the kitchen behind a small set of half doors and started preparing the meal. Abigail watched the skyline, observing as a few helicopters soared by, and tried to find her house as she patiently waited for the food.

"Want anything to drink?" William shouted into the dining room.

"30 year old wine, I guess?" Abigail smirked and then added, "No wait, maybe 100 years old!" she paused and stood up on her chair, "Maybe 1000!"

William chuckled, "I don't like wine! How about I just bring out the usual?"

Abigail agreed and settled back down in her chair. She was getting a little carried away, but how couldn't she? William alone made her giddy with excitement, and everything else was just icing on top of that. It was so wonderful...

William returned with a large tray of food and two glasses of root beer. She giggled, she would have thought that millionaires had more... exotic tastes, but if William liked it, that was good enough for her.

With no small amount of flourish, William slid Abigail a glass and the full plate of fish, and with a little bow he took his seat at the end of the table. She couldn't help herself any longer, and after snatching up a fork, Abigail started ravenously devouring the fish while trying to maintain the best table manners she could muster.

William had a small dish of grilled mushrooms, and he watched the cat for a few seconds. Abigail certainly was enjoying this, and he softly smiled to himself before taking his first bite.

"Mmmmmmm," Abigail purred and gulped down two more forkfuls of fish, "William, this is so delicious!"

He smiled, "So are you happy you came?"

She turned to him, fish sauce dotted on her cheeks, "Yup!"

Abigail turned to take another slice, but then paused as she noticed William's basic plate of mushrooms, "Vegetarian?"

William paused, "No, I just wasn't anticipating a guest tonight! Dig in!"

"Oh, well there's more than enough for me, if you'd like we can share."

"Oh no, I'm perfectly fine," William smiled, "Besides, I picked up a big meal to eat earlier."

The cat nodded and filled her face with another forkful of fish- this had to be the best meal of her life.

William resumed eating and then paused for a second, "When you're done, I'll show you the master bath and you can go clean yourself up."

"Sounds good to me, Will," Abigail replied between forkfuls, and after a few more minutes finished off her plate and pushed it into the center of the table. She noisily sipped the last of the root beer and gave a small little burp.

"Ooops."

William smiled, pushed his plate away, and stepped to his paws, "Excuse you, sweety."

"Thanks," Abigail wiped her mouth and leapt down to the floor, next to William. She jokingly wondered how much fatter she was now.

"So, follow me," the dog said and stepped through the kitchen doorway. Abigail eagerly continued just a few steps behind him, eyes and face still tracking every detail of his luxurious apartment floor. Her large, eager eyes stared out at the cityscape one last time, and her bushy tail eagerly swished behind her as William turned and started down a hallway.

The german shepherd turned back to make sure he was keeping up, and smiled as Abigail trotted up towards his side. He could almost get used to the thought of having her around for more than a night, and silently recalled that that thought had never happened before. Interesting...

"So hey, William?" Abigail's meow broke his concentration.

"Yeah?"

"You have cats often or something? You seem to be, erm. Pretty comfortable." she paused and added, "And that's saying a lot, coming from a cat and everything."

William gave a chuckle and turned to reply, "I wouldn't say 'often', Abigail, and honestly, most dogs are pretty okay with cats. There's just a few crazies out there you gotta worry about."

Abigail thought on that, "Yeah, that is true, I guess. Every dog I've met so far seems nice enough, but you... you're just extra polite, if you know what I mean? Nothing like my friends and parents back home made dogs out to be..."

He laughed again, "Most of 'em just think it's funny you guys are so scared of us."

"Oh, really? I didn't know that."

"Yeah. I mean, most dogs hate the ones who'd even think of eating you. They're shamed now, like that guy you ran into earlier today."

A few seconds passed, and Abigail was just about to add something else before William spoke up, "And oh, here's the master bedroom! The bath is attached."

He opened a door and waved her inside, "It should have everything you need."

For the most part, the master bedroom fit the cozy, warm design tastes of the rest of the home, with a large, roomy bed and a few other scattered and assorted pieces of furniture, but interestingly, Abigail found it slightly... feminine, especially for somebody like William. Everything was a bit too fluffy and squishy for what she imagined were male dog tastes, but she couldn't deny that the pile of pillows on top of the bed's comforter looked more comfortable than just about anything...

"If I didn't know any better," Abigail giggled, "I'd say that this was my room, Will. You let a cat decorate?"

William paused and chuckled to himself, "I haven't heard that one before, sweety," he paused, "And it can be yours for tonight if you want. I can just crash on the couch or something."

Abigail's face shifted to surprise, "Oh, I didn't mean that. I'd hate to inconvenience you by staying the night, especially in your own bedroom! Let me take the couch, okay?"

"Now what kind of gentleman would do that?" William walked her inside and paused by the bed, "Stay here for the night, okay?" he petted her head and listened to her purr, "Now do you need anything before I go?"

She stared into his deep eyes and brushed a tail against his body, "Thanks, but I don't really think so. Oh, wait. Do you have any, umm, cat-sized clothes?"

William thought to himself, "Nah, sorry!"

"Oh, umm, really?" she was a little surprised.

"I'm not used to guests!" he laughed, "But do I do have a few t-shirts, I think. Or my robe, that could work."

"The robe sounds nice," Abigail kept purring, "And don't worry, I don't think I'll need it for that long, handsome," she put a paw around his neck, "Certainly not if you have anything to do with it."

"Oooh, I think I may just have to get involved if that's the case..." William wagged his tail a little and walked over to the door, "I'll go get it for you and leave it on the bed. My closet's down the hall."

"Thanks," Abigail watched as William trotted out of the room and gracefully kicked the door shut, "And oh, I'll take a shower then if you don't mind?"

"Yeah, go ahead!" William shouted back.

Abigail paused a second, and then glided over to the bathroom and made sure to lock the door. She trusted William, yes, but what was wrong with being too careful with a dog around?

William slowly strolled down the hallway and perked up his ears as he heard the shower turn on. Not too long now, was it?

He casually clicked open a door and strolled into the laundry room before plucking a robe out of the dryer. This one should work, even for somebody her size, and after a second's pause he skipped out of the laundry and back into the hallway.

The master bathroom was decorated with marble and gold accents, and Abigail spent almost a minute gawking at the amenities before she started to strip down. She folded her clothes into a pile on the counter, and was careful to hide her panties and bra in the middle before stepping into the shower.

She flipped the temperature to high and let the water run through her fur until she was completely soaked. It'd been a long time since she'd had a decent shower, and she certainly wasn't going to waste any opportunities here.

Her already thin body looked practically skeletal after a few more seconds of water, and Abigail lathered some soap onto her paws and started cleaning herself. She'd try to get every bit of grime and dirt off her fur while she had the chance, and she throughly clawed through her fur and scraped at her skin as the steam started to rise up around her thin, but beautiful body.

Flowing, feline curves swept down her back and hips, and her dampened white fur brushed aside to reveal a brief flash of nipple pink. Her fur clung close around her small breasts, providing slight but noticeable definition, and as she began to was them, her little nipples poked out again from underneath the white.

She wasn't much, yes, but Abigail certainly had appeal where it mattered, and the cat slowly grinned as she thought about how William would react to her supple, smooth body. He had to like it, her looks hadn't failed her yet, and she then began to wonder about him. William certainly was a... large dog, and understatement if there ever was one, but that actually really appealed to her...

Abigail slid the water off and stared blankly at the glittering tiles, thoughts still wrapping around her mental image. On second thought, he really, really appealed to her, and she slowly brushed a paw underneath her legs and rubbed for a few seconds. Why was he making her feel like this?

A fresh towel slipped off the silver rack and into her paws before it was wrapped around her breasts and body. She slowly pawed out of the shower, and paused by the mirror. She should have started drying herself off, but her thoughts were still heavy with the image of William.

She was getting excited just thinking about him, and with every second she began to crave him more and more. With every second she was becoming really, really aroused and she suddenly dropped the towel and gave her breasts a quick squeeze. She started fluffing up the fur, trying to make them look as large and sexy as possible for William, and then neatly arranged the fluff between her legs.

Abigail glanced at the mirror again, mouth slightly open and tongue pressed on her nose. She looked devilishly tempting, didn't she? and she quickly fluffed herself up again before finally picking the towel back up around her body.

As soon as she left the bath and fetched the robe, she'd find William. Find him and bring him into the bedroom for a little surprise or two. He was certain to enjoy it, how could any dog resist her sweet looks?

After a few more seconds, Abigail brushed her claws through her fur and placed a paw around the doorknob. She smiled and opened the door. Hopefully that bathrobe fit.