The Case of the Vampire Cat by John R. Erickson

The Case of the Vampire Cat by John R. Erickson

Author:John R. Erickson
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: cowdog, Hank the Cowdog, John R. Erickson, John Erickson, ranching, Texas, dog, adventure, mystery, Hank, Drover, Pete, Sally May
Publisher: Maverick Books, Inc.
Published: 2015-05-07T17:12:24+00:00


At last she spoke—through tears, of course. “I’m not a crybaby or a bawl-bag! I’m just a poor lonely cat who’s been marooned for two long years and wants a bite of cheese and a friend. But nobody cares.”

“Yes, that’s sort of the bottom line, isn’t it? Well, I’m going to be leaving here in a minute, so let’s try to wrap this deal up. I’ll be coming back to feed the cows another day. You work on your problems and get all the tears out of your system and maybe we can sit down and talk about it. What do you say to that?”

She said . . . more tears.

“Look, cat, do you want to resolve this thing or not? I don’t have all day. My ride will . . .” Just then I heard the hum of a motor. “Well, there’s my ride. I have to go. Have a great day.” She bawled louder at that. “Well, what do you want me to say? Have an awful day? Okay, have an awful day. Adios, good-bye, and hors d’oeuvre.”

Too bad for her I had done my best. I wiggled my way out of the hole—I had gotten myself a little farther under the house than I had planned—I wiggled my way out of the hole, put Miss Mary D Cat and her problems behind me, and . . .

. . . saw the Cammo-Stealth army truck go down the road and disappear behind a curtain of snow.

Hey, wait a minute! Why didn’t he stop or blow his horn? How was I supposed to . . . I’d been waiting out there in the middle of the road!

I went dashing away from the house and down the road. I barked. I yelled. I went to Turbo-Lightning Speed and chased the truck half a mile, until my Turbo-Lightning turned to Turbo-Mush. Exhausted, I stopped.

And there, standing in the middle of the road, in the silence, with snowflakes falling on my nose, I had to face the awful truth. Slim hadn’t even noticed that I was missing. He had left me and I was now marooned and abandoned, a dog without a home or a country.

And for some reason, I found myself thinking about . . . cheese.

CHEESE?

That was ridiculous, totally absurd. I didn’t even like cheese. It was too hard to chew and it gummed up my teeth, hence, it followed from simple logic that I would not allow myself to think about it.

Hey, I not only didn’t like cheese but I knew that craving cheese was one of the first symptoms of . . . it was worse than fleas or ringworm and I didn’t want it and I would NOT allow myself to become a victim of Cheesarosis.

No way. That was all right for weirdo crybaby cats, but not for dogs.

Furthermore, just because I was now marooned and abandoned didn’t mean that I was going to rush back to the house and establish diplomatic relations with Mary D Cat. No thanks.



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