The Great Escape

Spring has sprungand so have we...even cats and dogs get crazy in the spring. After all, what self-respecting cat (thats me, Chuck) stays somewhere he doesnt want to be? And what self-respecting dog (thats Rotten Willy, who calls me Upchuck) wont let his best friend (me) goad him into action on a fine spring day? Believe me, its not easy getting a lumpy Rottweiler overor undera big wooden gate! I figured it was about time I took Willy to my pal Luigis restaurant for a great spaghetti and meatball dinner. Problem was, Luigi didnt understand that some dogs and cats, particularly an exceptional feline like me, can be friends. He was only trying to protect me when he went after Willy with a skillet! Boy, did he run. Then Willy decided to teach me how to chase cows. ME chase cows? Me-ow! I tried to introduce him to something more civilized, like chasing mice, but no go. Then came the skunk. Need I say more? But the real obstacle to a long-lasting friendship was yet to come.