Scratch, the mumbling Labrador

Ian looked back at the yellow Labrador sitting on his grandmother's couch, wearing nothing but a big red t-shirt, his naked butt laying on the precious cushions. He didn't really like him, but he was the only one around his size to talk to, so the white kitty entered back into the house, and went to him. He took a seat on the same couch the Labrador was sitting on. The dog took a curious glance at Ian, wondering whether he should try talking with him again, or leave him be, since his first attempt of communicating with the kitty, wasn't such a success.

„So.” Ian was the one to start the conversation this time. „Why are you butt naked?”

„O-oh!” The young Labrador blushed. „M-my family t-told me to. S-so my ch-chances of eating s-somebody would b-be bigger!” Scratch mumbled an explanation.

„Right...” For a moment, Ian had forgotten that furs eat each other on the regular in this world.

„Y-yeah. I've g-got to eat s-somebody be-before t-the end o-of this m-month!” The Labrador spoke worried.

„Why is that?” Ian asked confused.

„W-well, next m-month I-I'll turn 19! A-and if n-nobody ends on my hips, t-then everyone would t-think t-that I'm we-weak, a-and they'll probably e-eat me.” Scratch's story seemed awfully familiar to Ian's, not devouring somebody and everyone else starts thinking of you as their future meal. It was what Ian would soon experience, as his 19th birthday had already passed, and his fate had already been sealed, unlike the mumbling Labrador that still had a whole month to figure it out.

„Don't worry. I'm sure somebody would end up as padding on your ass soon enough!” Ian tried to be supportive.

The young Labrador looked down at the floor, worried and ashamed of himself. It was clear to Ian that Scratch would only feel any better when somebody gurgles inside his belly.