Creative Writing: Dogs And Cats

The cursed cat. He was grinning at them, that insolent face just
grinning and staring, those disgusting whiskers twitching, the disgusting
muddy fur, the disgusting hole in his ear.
Scampi and Mustard stood at the bottom of the tree, tongues slowly
moving in and out. It was over, both of them knew. They stared right back
at the mangy cat with hate in their eyes. Its tail was curling back and
"Can't we wait this time?"
"We could stand here all day, but we'd have to leave sometime.
What's the use?"
Scampi smacked the tree with his little paw. Nature was most unjust.
The cat began cleaning itself arrogantly. The nerve, thought Scampi. Here's
this new cat, obviously ...

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lay his head on the ground and
watched the passage of time on the street while Scampi vented.
Soon, Roy the Basset and his owner walked by. Mustard nodded hello.
"Who's that?" Roy asked, looking in the tree.
"Dunno. New in town."
"Which house?"
"No house."
"Freeloader, hm? Give him one from me." Roy's owner shushed him.
Poor guy. Owner was one of those uppity types who had to have everything
Mustard rolled on his belly. They had better catch the thing quick,
or the whole neighbourhood would ridicule them. The brazen cat had been
rooting around in gardens for a while, a slap in the face even to the cats,
of whom there was admittedly a minority on the block. But who knows about
cats? They never knew how to handle these things. It was up to the dogs to
keep the balance of the neighbourhood in check. Today had been the worst by
far. They had spotted the hobo a whole block away, quite by chance, so
there was no real way of planning an attack. That wasn't really ...

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you, this really chaps my
"Yeah, well..." The yellow dog stood up. Not quite spaniel, not
quite hound, he was a respected figure on the block. He had tenure. Scampi
had a ways to go yet. They walked down the road.
"Think Lulu might be in town? I think the winter's almost through."
Scampi kept looking back at the tree. "I think she might be back in
town. Where do they all go in the winter?"
"You mean the owners?"
"South? What, like the birds?"
"It's warm in the south."
"Why don't they all go south?"
"Why don't they just get more furs?"
Mustard and Scampi walked like this often. Mustard had gotten used
to Scampi's ...

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