Story

It took Derek approximately two minutes to reach his home; a somewhat large living space the humans called “shed”. Derek and his family had placed their home here because humans almost never stopped by. At night, Derek and his family usually slept within a tiny space concealed beneath a banged up stack of wood. The inside of the shed was dark, vacant; massive cobwebs hung from the sloping ceiling. It got loud in here when it rained; the sound of the water was amplified due to the metallic roof, which had originally been green when they first moved in but today brown with rust.
Derek, his family, and his friends were able to enter the shed due to the rotted hole in its side. The wood panels around this hole were worn and chipped, begging for paint. Derek hopped through the hole and was now sure of his safety; the cats, even if they did know where he was, would never be able to fit through that hole.
The smell of mold filled Derek’s tiny nostrils. He liked the smell, it made him feel safe from whatever mother nature might decide to drop upon them.
It was late. Really late. Nobody rushed to greet him. Derek didn’t want to wake anybody, so he snuck up to the corner of the woodpile to his right and curled up in a ball. Ahh, warmth.
His mother would probably be concerned with his late return, and would give him a hard time when he awoke. Didn’t matter. Derek loved his family, they were amazing.
He didn’t sleep the whole night, and when his mind finally did wonder off into darkness, he dreamt of Lickey Mouse fighting at his side against an army of blood thirsty cats…
Just wait until I tell Hannah what I did tonight...