Muffin was a Ragamuffin quite unlike any other cat; he wasn’t very good at climbing, as his belly was far too fat. It swung from side to side, when he ran towards a tree; then when he'd jump, he'd fall with a thump and lick at his poor, bruised knees. The other cats would watch from above,laughing and making fun of him; they called him the chubby tree-huggerthat needed to go to the cat gym. Muffin couldn’t change his belly, he was simply born that way; along with odd coloured whiskers, and four paws that were a light, whitish grey. Friendly, cute and caring, he didn’t like to hunt; he preferred chasing feathers and dust and sleeping by the porch front. The other cats would watch from above,laughing and making fun of him: “Why are you so bad at chasing mice?” they would tease, and not let him play or join in. As the years went by, he grew quite large; much bigger and heavier than the rest:“Almost as big as a lion!” humans would say; all agreeing he was their most favourite pet! The humans clapped and cheered for him, and stroked his long brown fur; Muffin would smile proudly and let out a big roaring purrrrrrrrrrrrr! When Cassie the puppy arrived late May, Muffin was quite shocked and scared! Soon they would bundle and play fight all day; they made a rather wonderful pair. Cassie may have been a dog that sniffed and barked too much, but they grew to be the best of friends; trusting of each other and in love. Cassie didn't care that Muffin was afraid of rain and grass; she didn't tease him like the other cats, or look at his belly and laugh. Cassie couldn't climb either, and didn't hunt birds or mice; Cassie liked playing ball and chase, and protecting Muffin at night. One day the other cats met Cassie, and Cassie didn't give them a bite; Muffin gave them a lick on the ear and said, "We can play nicely, if you would like?" From that day on they were all close friends - Cassie, Muffin and the cats. The cats said sorry for being so mean and felt bad they couldn't take it all back.