CATS!!! Hordes of the little motha duckas are chasing me and Bitefighter, my loyal 10 lb. terrier (he fights with bites, for those of you who were wondering) through the streets of San Francisco. We’re engaged in a frantic version of man-dog parkour, trying to escape legions of howling felines. Suddenly, a blocking force of yowlers races ’round the corner in front of us, cutting off our way forward. I look down at Bitefighter, asking a question with my eyes. “Rowf!” he replies, and because of our long years of buddying, I know that he’s saying “Open the damn eReader Kent!” I open my eReader to Echo. Magic flash. A fire hydrant across the street blows its top, and a rabble of dogs and pups appears out of nowhere, lines up, and begins to run through its aqueous jets. The ones still in line bow their heads to the ground, gobbling up piles of baked dog-noms that have magically materialized on the street. Immediately after getting thoroughly soaked, the full-bellied dogs charge into the midst of the hissing cats. They drive off my pursuers with farts and the wet dog shake, you know the one—we love it from a distance, but hate it up close.
Cats—much like those villainous old men in Scooby Doo—will always be stymied by our doggy best buddies. Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here: Vol. 1 on Kindle. Vol. 2 on Kindle here: Vol.2 on Kindle Vol. 3 on Kindle here: Vol. 3 on Kindle