[ WP ] You are a dog who is trying to kill its master , but the family 's cat stops you at every turn .

That damn cat. 
 
 Sometimes I wonder if she was sent from another organization that had somehow found out my mission. I had been waiting for days now and still no results. My boss was getting impatient. My tail thumps the ground hard, once. I am sick of this. 
 
 Everyone thinks dogs are stupid and loyal but I was bred differently. Genetically modified, I think they called it? I may be smart, but not smart enough to give a hoot or holler about that thing humans got all excited about: Science. My ears perk as I hear a car door slam. He's here. It is time. 
 
 The front door opens, and I launch myself at my `` master''. Friendly at first, slopping and licking him and his hands as he leans down to pet me. I do n't look at his face; already I have become somewhat attached to this human. All that matters is my job, though. He must have done something evil to earn my services. I feel the hairs along my body rise as I bare my teeth and finally look up at his face, finding my target. Neck is vital, but I can go for anywhere around his face and still manage to kill. My training is flawless. 
 
: Meww: comes a sweet sound, just as I leap up. The human has veered away from me, oblivious, to pick up the cloud of white fur on the ground. 
 
 `` Boo and Fluff,'' the human says, nuzzling the cat and then looking over at me sprawled on the ground haphazardly, `` I do n't know how I'd survive without you two.'' 
 
 I thump my tail once more and let out a soft whine of defeat. 
 
 

