I hopped in. Butch, my K-9 School pal, was already there, taking up most of the space. I nudged him over toward his side. Butch was one huge dude, everything about him enormous – excepting his eyes which were tiny and dust-colored – and took a lot of nudging. No problem – I’m a good nudger. But hey! So was Butch, which I found out pronto from how he nudged me back. Then there was nothing to do but nudge him again, even harder. And what did he do? Renudged me, still harder. My pal Butch was turning out to be more fun than I’d thought. I gathered my strength, possibly tearing the seat cover with one of my back claws, just to judge from the sound, and gave Butch a nudge he wouldn’t be forgetting anytime soon. Surprise: Butch seemed to forget it immediately, gathering his own strength – what was that? another ripping sound? – and –
Bobby pounded on the steel grill separating front from back in the cruiser. “Knock it the hell off, you two!” he yelled. “Lookin’ to flunk out of the program right this goddamn second? Cause I’ll do it in a heartbeat.”
Whatever that was didn’t sound good. Butch and I knocked it off and lay low, growling at each other from time to time, but real quiet, so Bobby couldn’t hear.
– from A Cat Was Involved.
Welcome Natasha Fatale, Chewie.
Happy Mother’s Day everybody!
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