Here is the much awaited epilogue! Unusually, I did not write it. Tam Is My Father requested to write it, and seeing as how shclee had some very good ideas about it, I accepted. I hope you enjoy, and that it satisfies any lingering curiosities. If not, then, I'm sincerely sorry. Anyhow, enjoy!

Mr. Whiskers was lounging upon the sofa, having finished his evening bath and eaten a meal that almost qualified as "adequate." He had had a stressful day, filled with eating and washing, and since he'd spent so much time arguing with Dog, he was quite behind on his rest, and rather looking forward to a peaceful night alone.

So of course Dog chose that moment to start barking.

Mr. Whiskers hissed, telling Dog to kindly be silent, and if he did not desist barking at once then he could forget about their Non-Aggression Pact and find himself on the receiving end of a swipe.

Dog was unimpressed. He snarled, and informed the cat that if he wanted a quiet place to sleep so badly, well, there was the door.

Well, Mr. Whiskers was not going to take that standing up. He curled into a defiant ball and puffed out his fur, letting Dog know that he was not to be trifled with.

Instead, Dog took that as a sign of aggression, breaking their formal treaty and lifting the ban on entering the Neutral Zone—Harvey's bedroom. He lunged for the door at breakneck speed, the scrabbling of his paws across the tile enough to rouse Mr. Whiskers and alert him to an enemy presence entering his rightful territory.

Mr. Whiskers leaped to attention, running across the back of the sofa and launching himself through the air in his haste to claim the coveted Sleeping Spot on Harvey's bed. It was a place of comfort and beauty that promised warmth and sanctuary, a place only for Harvey's own, and Dog could never have it!

The two of them collided in a tangle of fur at the foot of the bed, ready to battle to the death.

"Are you two still fighting?" a sleepy voice asked. Mike peered out from atop the Sleeping Spot, one bare foot dangling over the side.

"Everyone go to sleep or I will throw you out of this apartment," Harvey muttered. "Mike can stay."

Dog slunk away like the coward he was. Mr. Whiskers let out an innocent meow and trotted back to the sofa.

He hadn't wanted that Sleeping Spot anyway.

Thanks again to all who've reviewed, favorited, followed (since it's now called that...) and those of you who are just lurking! I've certainly enjoyed writing this story, and despite what Tam Is My Father says, it was apparently fun enough to pay attention to to want to write an epilogue for it. 8D