This is a flash fiction piece. It was hard for me to write.

Rocket stretched after its afternoon nap. Bounding off the futon, the six-week-old tabby kitten wriggled its tiny body underneath the bedroom door. Racing across the concrete floor, Rocket headed toward his owners, Beatrice and Jerry who were watching TV in the den. As she watched from the vanity, Lucky waited until the precise moment to pounce on what she thought was a mouse. The 18-year-old gray tortoise shell smelled the familiar odor of a thing she hated more than anything – another cat; she slashed at Rocket with her razor-sharp claws. Kicking with its little paws, Rocket managed to deflect the blows and hissed harshly. Growling, Lucky's paws batted at the little fur ball, but Rocket quickly pranced around the old lady like a boxer. Striking with numerous of his pin prick jabs, Rocket beat Lucky back. As she sulked away in defeat, Lucky realized she would have to think twice before attacking something smaller than her.