But then a man with a baseball cap found him and brought him home, and named him. His owner Burt was nice, he always made sure Kurt had food and water in his bowls, and he bought him tons of fun toys, he didn't even get mad when Kurt curled up inside Burt's baseball cap and fell asleep.

But when Burt went to work at the tire shop, Kurt got bored. He usually enjoyed his alone time, but lately he just wished there was something around to entertain him.

Today was like all the other boring days. Burt was out, Kurt was alone, and his cat toys were getting boring. He decided the only thing to do was take a cat nap.

He crawled inside one of Burt's baseball caps that was resting upside down on the floor, it smelled like his owner, which made him feel a little comfort, though he still missed Burt a lot while he was at work, cuddling up inside when suddenly-

"Arf! Bark! Bark!"

Kurt rolled over, trying to tune out the sound.

"Arf! Arf!"

Kurt rolled his eyes and got up, walking over to the window. What was making that annoying sound?

Peaking out the window, he spotted a small curly furred puppy with brown eyes, wagging his tail and bouncing around.

"What on Earth are you doing?" He called through the open window, looking at the pup.

The dog looked up, smiling and wagging his tail. "Hi!"

"Hi, what are you doing?" he asked again.

"I saw a bird in a tree, I was saying hello!"

"Well, how nice for you, but I'm trying to sleep in here, can you be quiet?"

"Sleep? But there's so many fun things to do!"

"Like what?"

"You could... chase your tail! Or run in circles! Or run in circles trying to chase your tail!"

"Sounds exciting, I'm going back to sleep."

"Wait!"

"What?"

"What's the inside of that big thingy like?"

"You mean the house?"

"House? Yeah! What's it like?"

"You've never been inside a house before?"

"Nope."

"Well, doesn't your owner have a house?"

"I don't have an owner."

"Oh..." Kurt replied sadly. "Where do you live?"

"Here..." the dog spun around. "There..." he spun in three circles. "Everywhere!"

"But, it looks like it might rain, where will you go?"

"Hm, I don't know."

"Well, I suppose you can come inside."

"You mean I'll get to see the inside of a real house?"

"Yeah, but you have to leave before my owner gets home, I don't want to get in trouble for letting a dog inside the house."

"Okay! How do I get inside?"

"Climb through the window."

"How am I suppose to get up there?"

"You can't jump this high?"

"I don't know, I've never tried."

"Well, try now."

The puppy hopped repeatedly, but couldn't manage reaching the window.

"Boy, you're tiny."

"Is that bad?"

"It is when you're trying to reach a window."

"Well, what should I do?"

"Can you hop on that?" He pointed to the tipped over trash can with his paw.

"If you can hop onto that, you might be able to reach the window."

"Okay! I'll try!" The puppy hopped onto the trash can, then through the window, now next to Kurt.

"Wow! That was fun! Wow! Look how big this place is! Wow! Look at all the toys! Wow!"

"Freeze, dog! Don't touch my toys, you're all dirty."

The puppy pouted a bit.

"What's your name anyway?"

"Name?"

"What do they call you?"

"You just called me dog!"

"Your name is dog?"

"I guess, that's all I've ever been called, what do they call you?"

"Kurt."

"Kurt." The puppy repeated thoughtfully. "Kurt the cat, the cat, Kurt."

"You need a name... and a bath."

"Bath?"

"Do you know anything?"

"I know your name is Kurt, and how to jump on trash cans and into windows, and now I'm inside a house!"

"You just learned all that from me, did you know nothing before we met?"

"I know how to do this!" The puppy ran in circles four times before managing to bite down on his tail, sitting down proudly with his tail in his teeth, trying to wag his tail, and making a bit of a confused face when his tail had trouble wagging.

"Boy, I have a lot to teach you."

Before the puppy had a chance to respond, the door opened.

"Oh no, the front door! Burt's home! You better get out of here."

"Right, out! Back outside!" The puppy barked, but he stumbled over his paws and fell out the window, landing in the bush outside with a thud.

"Are you okay, dog?"

"Hey, Kurt. What are you looking at?" Burt asked.

Looks like the stray pup was about to be caught.