Chip and Haze

"C'mere, pspsps, C'mere, Haze," Chip cooed with frustration at the stubborn gaskit. He had only had her for around two months or so and she was trouble with a big fat capital T! The mouse-inspired amicabot got onto his knee-like joints and stuck out his hands for her to sniff. The alley she ran off to contained very little but most notably a rusted trash can. Chip got up and pretended to ignore her, looking into the can to find it was already rummaged through. Haze looked at him, sitting to lick her front paws, simply watching him. 

Chip sighed, turned quickly on his paws, and looked at her sternly, "Haze, come here, pspsps..." He got on his knee and reached out to her. She puffed out, hissing and growling at him with disdain at his actions. To her protest, Chip scooped her up quickly and she stopped her complaining. She kept her ears pinned to her head but made no attempts to leave his arms. 

'This was not the first time she got out' Chip thought. 'There must be an unpatched hole in my house.. sneaky girl.' He laughed silently to himself, walking back to where he rested, gaskit in his arms.