Cat Stories that Dogs Tell (standard:humor, 1475 words)
Author: Robert G Moons	Added: Jul 01 2013	Views/Reads: 2934/1991	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This is short story about a cat and a dog. This is available for free as an illustrated PDF book. See link near bottom of story for download site.

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"Oh yes you are; I-heard-the-stories." 

"What stories?" 

"Some of my friends tell me stories they heard about cats." 

"You have stories about us?" 

"Sure do." 

"What sort of stories?" 

"I can't tell you. And if I did tell you – but I'm not – I'd have to
chase you up that tree over there." The dog pointed with his brown nose 
toward the biggest tree in the backyard. "I'd have to keep you up that 
tree forever." 

"Forever?" said the cat. "That's a long time." 

"Sure is." 

"So what sort of stories can't you tell me?" asked the cat again. 

"Well... I can't tell you that cats are real lazy. All they do is lie
around all day long, and they never do what their owner tells them to 
do. Now dogs, we do everything they tell us to do, fetch old smelly 
sticks, jump in freezing cold water, and all with a big smile on our 
face, all the time." 

"What else?" asked the cat. 

"I'm also not supposed to tell you that cats lick themselves clean. How
gross is that? Now us dogs, we have a real bath. Yeah, that's right, 
warm water, soap – the works," he bragged. 

"Anything else?" asked the cat. 

"Hey! You tricked me. OK, you asked for it. RUFF! RUFF! RUFF!" The dog
barked as loud as he could, made a real mean face, and showed his sharp 
teeth. 

The cat didn't move. 

The dog looked at the cat. 

The cat looked back at the dog. 

The dog pointed to the tree. 

The cat looked at the tree then back at the dog. 

"Come on! You didn't do what you're supposed to do," the dog said. He
still had his angry face and talked through his teeth, hardly moving 
his lips. He looked and sounded funny doing that. 

The cat smiled. "What was I supposed to do?" 

"When I start barking, you're supposed to run over there and climb up
that tree." "What if I don't want to?" asked the cat. 

"Huh?" 

"What if I don't want to run over there and climb up that tree? The last
time I climbed up that tree, I couldn't get back down." 

"You're not supposed to get back down," the dog pointed out. "Oh." 

The dog didn't know what to do. This had never happened before. 

"So, you're not going up that tree?" the dog asked. 

"Nope," replied the cat. 

"Anything I can say or do to change your mind?" 

"Nope." 

"Oh come on!" 

"No." 

The dog had an idea. "What if it wasn't forever? I bark, you climb up
the tree; I wait for a few minutes, and then jump over that fence and 
go away. I won't come back, ever." 

The cat frowned. "I still wouldn't be able to get back down the tree." 

"I see," said the dog. He thought and thought for a long time, but he
didn't know what to do. "Well, um, what do you think we should do? " 

"Maybe we could just be friends," said the cat. 

"Friends?" The dog had never, ever thought about that. 

"Friends," repeated the cat with a smile. 

"Hey, wait a minute. What would my dog friends say? You know, you being
a cat and all." 

The cat frowned. "Do you always listen to your friends, even when it
sounds wrong?" 

"Well, not always. One time, two of my buddies were on guard duty with
me in my owner's backyard when this strange looking cat walks in. It 
had this big white stripe down its back. So then Caesar (that's the 
Doberman) Caesar yells, 'It's a cat, get 'em!' The two of them attack, 
but I stayed back because I got this real bad feeling. Sure enough, 
it-was-a-skunk. Those boys had a lot of baths after that." 

The cat thought for a moment. "Maybe you should listen to what other
dogs and cats have to say, and then make up you own mind. You act all 
mean and scary, but I'm really not afraid of you." 

"You're not?" The dog was surprised. 

"No, because I know, deep down, you're a good dog." 

"I try to be," said the dog with pride as he sat up straighter. 

The cat walked up to the dog and licked him right on his cheek. 

"What did you do that for?" 

"It's what us cats do, and there was a bit of dirt on your fur." 

"Oh, OK, as long as you're not kissing me or anything like that." 

The cat purred and rubbed up against the dog. 

"Oh come on!" The dog turned red (but you couldn't see that because of
all his fur). And they became best friends forever, and that's a long 
time. 

"Stop it.... I mean it.... Now that was definitely a kiss... Oh come
on!..." 

The End. 

Copyright 2013 Robert G. Moons This work of fiction is the sole property
and copyright of Robert G. Moons. Please do not print or use without 
permission of the author. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 

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Other Children's Stories: 

The Boy Who Loved a Tree. 

Cat Stories that Dogs Tell. 

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