Term Papers on Creative Writing: Dogs And Cats

Term Paper Title	Creative Writing: Dogs And Cats
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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 forth.
     "Can't we wait this time?"
     "No."
     "But-"
     "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 fresh out of the bad part of town, no owner, no home, no nothing,
thinking it can roam around like a king.
     "There's a chain of command around here!" Scampi snarled.
     "Okay, it's over." Mustard sighed and lay down. This was the third time
in a week that they'd failed. He had been around long enough to know when he was
beat.
     "No respect. Where's the respect?" Scampi circled the tree in a haze of
anger, his tiny legs beating furiously on the grass. The beagle could never
quite get over a loss. Mustard 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 perfect.
     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 Scampi's style anyway, so they started
running. The cat took off for the hedges around that corner house, trying to
lose them in the underbrush, but the two dogs knew the block like the backs of
their paws. Scampi stayed at the opening while Mustard circled around and up the
porch from the other side. He stepped gingerly over the creaks and perched under
the rail, overlooking the overgrown yard. The cat was scrambling from end to end
trying to find an exit, but there was only one, Mustard knew. He jumped and
almost had him, but the cat was streetwise and his senses were necessarily keen;
he dashed out the hole before Mustard hit the ground. Following, Mustard plowed
through the opening and found Scampi on his back. He said the cat scratched him,
but Mustard knew it had simply barreled the little dog over. At this point it
was really over, but they gave chase across the street and watched the streak of
orange and brown disappear up the tree. The same tree it had climbed the last
two times.
     Scampi seemed to be calming down. He was sniffing the air to see if
there was anything interesting around. It was still the morning of a fine, early
spring day and there was much to be done.
     "This is embarrassing. Now we just walk away and that's that, the bum
thinks it can do as it pleases. I'm telling you, this really chaps my ass."
        "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."
     "Maybe."
     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?"
     "Yeah."
     "South."
     "South? What, like th...

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