And the little dog laughed

Without the one-eyed cat on the porch, the other orange cat seemed morose.
Without the one-eyed cat on the porch, the food dishes stared blandly.
Without the one-eyed cat on the porch, the yard felt lonely.
Without the one-eyed cat on the porch, every pile of leaves looked like an orange cat.
Without the one-eyed cat on the porch, we began to think the worst.
Without the one-eyed cat on the porch, we walked in the cold yard and called his name.
Without the one-eyed cat on the porch, the other orange cat followed us like a puppy.
Without the one-eyed cat on the porch, the little dog in the house wondered why everyone had left her to roam the living room, blindly.
Without the one-eyed cat on the porch, we stood in the midst of the front yard and petted the other orange cat to satisfaction.
We also headed back to the warmth of the house, thinking of canned tuna for the remaining orange cat.
The one-eyed cat on the porch asked "tuna?"
The one-eyed cat!
We asked the one-eyed cat: "Where were you?"
He purred. The other orange cat purred and mentioned "tuna?"
The one-eyed cat on the porch and the other orange cat split a can of tuna between them.
Both cats on the porch continued to purr but neither commented on the one-eyed cat's absence.
The little dog in the house bumped into the sofa.
The other orange cat and the one-eyed cat on the porch peered in the window, since habits are hard to break.
The cats on the porch noticed the little dog on the sofa and the bright TV.
The cats on the porch turned their backs to face the yard.
The little dog in the house realized she was no longer alone; she fell off the sofa.
And the little dog laughed to be surrounded by love.