I was a dreary day and the small living room of apartment 14B seemed strangely silent after the loud roars from my masters. I lay silent as the hard wooden box blared its noises. The rug I would normally lay on was wrinkled and ruffled from my mistress’s aggravation and the roughness in which she had thrown her chair. She seemed very upset as droplets slid down her smooth cheeks. I simply lay still, wanting to go and cheer her up, but unwilling to unleash the wrath of my master, who was angrily glaring out the glass into the world below. I rutched slightly do to the sweaty tile floor that itched so. I laid my head down on my paws as my master removed himself into the tiny cold room, which contained my bowl. I heard my mistress stifle a sob as she turned off the brown box and headed for the cozy back room where I often found her sleeping. She flicked off the light, which left me alone in the darkness. I rolled onto my side and heaved a long drawn out breath. For the first time I heard the rain’s pitter-patter on the glass. I closed my eyes; for I knew these harsh feelings between my masters would vanish by the rain’s end.