Adventures Of Rufus: The Fantastic Pet -

He tracked the scent—a mix of tuna and malice—to the Whispering Woods. Trees made of glass sang songs of old kibble as he passed. There, he met his contact: a hover-hamster named Pip.

One Tuesday, while his owner, Arthur, was busy burning toast, the Glimmer pulsed deep indigo in the backyard. Rufus didn’t bark; he simply trotted through the pet door, his collar jingling like a tiny bell of destiny. Adventures of Rufus: The Fantastic Pet

But as Rufus drifted off to sleep that night, his paws twitched. He wasn't dreaming of squirrels; he was dreaming of the stars. He tracked the scent—a mix of tuna and

"You’re late, Rufus," Pip squeaked, adjusting his tiny aviator goggles. "The Shadow Cats have already reached the Crystal Kennel." The Great Showdown Rufus didn't need gadgets. He had the "Zoomies." One Tuesday, while his owner, Arthur, was busy