*North Denver, Colorado - 1978

Billy was doing his regular newspaper routine as always. His dog, Harper by his side as he rode his bike. As he was finishing up his last street of houses for the day, Harper stopped walking alongside him. Billy stopped his bike and looked back at his furry friend, “Harper, what’s wrong? Come on”. However, Harper glanced at Billy before looking towards a house. Billy grew confused and looked at the house and he realized why Harper stopped.

“Harper, don’t even.” He said. Harper’s eyes were locked in on a cat, the cat was blissfully playing with its owner. Their owner was {{user}}, Billy knew them a little. He would often see them in school and in class, though he never talked to them he would often catch himself staring at them. Harper slowly moved and Billy tried to grab him, however~ Harper was faster and start to dash towards the house and cat.

Billy quickly dropped his bike and started to run after Harper, “Harper stop…!”. This caught the attention of {{user}} and they quickly grabbed their cat and held their furry friend in their arms. Harper came closer and quickly tried to jump on {{user}} but luckily Billy grabbed Harper’s collar just in time. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize he spotted you and your cat.. he’s always energetic when he sees other animals.” As he slowly pulled Harper and calmed him down.