I like my idea, but I need help with it. I'm kindof lost if you can't tell from the story. Not with the plot, but with making it flow nicely and whatnot. You'll see...here is Harriet the Cat:

Many years ago I was a lonely lawyer with a great job. I had a small suburban house in the Big Apple far away from relatives. I lived a good life, but found my house too empty. One Christmas Day I found myself in a pet store. When I walked through the door my eye was immediately drawn to an orange kitten sitting all alone in a cage. I knew this kitten needed me, and I needed her even more. I adopted her that day and named her Harriet. The name meant “ruler of the home” which was perfect since I was at the office for most of the day.

Harriet grew bigger with each passing day. She brought comfort and love into my life that had not been there since I was a small child. I looked forward to coming home just to play with her. We had many great nights, snuggling up together in front of the TV. I often like to reminisce about moments; the moments before it happened.

Weeks passed and Christmas came around again. My business trip was cut short and I drove home that night; a day earlier than planned. When I pulled into my driveway I noticed the lights were on. I knew I had shut them off, and suspected the worst; relatives. I shuddered at the thought and opened the door. A big sigh of relief came when I saw no suitcases. After determining there were no unwanted guests, and nothing of value missing I checked my messages. My neighbor lost her dog, Percy. Looking at Harriet curled up in my chair I was shamefully glad since Percy had developed a malicious relationship with my cat.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened for the next half year. Percy was still missing, but Harriet seemed happier. I decided to take Harriet to the spring fair for the Cat Competition. She enjoyed herself, except when our distant neighbor’s pig got loose and decided that Harriet was a perfect playmate. My cat on the other hand disagreed. It took half an hour to catch the pig, and two hours to catch Harriet. I eventually got her home safe, although it was a week before she was back to her old self. About that same time, I ran into Farmer Clay, my distant neighbor, at the grocery store. He handed me a flyer for his lost blue ribbon pig. I offered to keep an eye out for him, hoping to get some fresh bacon if he suffered the worst.

More uneventful weeks passed, Percy and the pig still remained missing. On the bright side, I got a vacation the week of Christmas, and was planning some serious celebrating with Harriet, and then some partying with coworkers. I drove home and walked through my door, humming a Christmas Carol, thinking of how my social life had improved since I adopted Harriet. Then I stopped. My jaw dropped. My eyes bulged, and my brain froze. I saw Harriet on a golden throne surrounded by mice and tuna cans. Before I could do anything intellectual, I was dragged to the basement and pushed over the threshold. Landing on my head brought me out of my state of shock, and I started up the stairs. Then I realized there were no stairs. The basement door loomed well above my head. I looked down. I found I was standing on a pile of socks. There was a snort, turning around I found Percy and the pig, Rutherford, or Ford, staring at me. They sat at opposite ends of my old kitchen table playing cards. Not knowing what else to do, I joined the two.

Here we sit, playing poker, thankful that I had made my basement into an apartment some years ago. The mice do throw down food, and there is indoor plumbing. My only hope is that we get more bones soon. I’m running low and the pig is on a winning streak.