From the “Dogs! And Cats! Living Together!” File

Zeus and Kodi don’t care what you think of their relationship. Just ask them.

19 Comments on “From the “Dogs! And Cats! Living Together!” File”

  1. I can almost read their minds…
    Kodi: Ugh he’s got the camera out AGAIN… bring me bacon dangit!
    Zeus: You woke me from my nap for this? That couch looks like it could sharpen my claws quite nicely. Bring me tuna human!

  2. Adam J. Whitlatch – Bonaparte, Iowa – Adam J. Whitlatch is the author of over sixty works of speculative short fiction and poetry, as well as the young adult science fiction novel E.R.A. - Earth Realm Army and the urban fantasy novella Retribution: Book I of the Blood Raven Saga. His work has appeared in Six Sentences, Northern Haunts: 100 Terrifying New England Tales, Dead Science, Shroud, Crossed Genres, The Drabbler, and Vicious Verses & Reanimated Rhymes just to name a few. Adam lives in southeastern Iowa with his wife and two sons. He is currently studying to become an English teacher.
    Adam J. Whitlatch


  3. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang, cranky.

    My cat, George, and the dog, Sparky, are secretly in love. The cat wants no one to know about it and the dog doesn’t care who knows. Typical.

  4. ytimynona – FLORIDA – I'm a big wannabe. Wannabe a truck driver, PotUS, scientist, writer, and teacher. Well, I already am a teacher. :-)
    Anny Mouse


  5. O Great Scalzi, what an excellent picture of TempCat Zeus slumming with the ungifted-in-the-species department, namely Anteater-Thing.

    His charitable nature has clearly been improved by Her Shimmering Glorious Radiant Perfection.

    However, it is clear that you have backslid in your photographic skills and require some coaching:

    1. TempCat Zeus should be centered in the frame and should occupy most of it.

    2. The Anteater-Thing should be implied, not actually seen.

    The Official Ghlaghghee Fan Club

    PS – A reminder that your current Seal of Approval Award expires at the end of this month is in order. We expect you will make some offerings very shortly for our evaluation.

  6. Nice picture! It’s always lovely to see a wonderful dog guarding her family’s pets. I’ll bet anyone who threatens Zeus would get a laser beam up the nose.

    Kodi Appreciation Society

  7. Zeus: “Our relationship? Uh, let’s say a warm, fuzzy pillow is nice, whatever the species. And that dog squirms less than some cats I could name…”

    Kodi: “Yeah, this cat is youngish and needs a responsible presence, y’know. Just like a puppy. Plus, I like cuddling.”

    Both (shaking head): “Paparazzis, eh…”

  8. I often catch Wink, my one-eyed cat, grooming my hound Chi, who just sits there and lets the cat lick all over her face and eyes and paws. Sometimes they see me watching, and stop quickly, as though embarrassed. As if I’d tell!

  9. Zeus, Kodi, I was wondering whether you care what I think about your relationship. Any comment?

    (I can’t believe nobody asked yet. I don’t think Scalzi is bluffing…but if he were, that is what I’d think, isn’t it?)

  10. Sweet picture, but it makes me sad. My kitty used to secretly love snuggling with my dog. She’s been depressed and listless ever since he passed away. Not that she’d ever admit it. Typical cat.

  11. With all the combined fur flying around your house you should consider finding someone that spins fur into yarn and knit sweaters and mittens and scarves.

  12. I love seeing posts like this. My cat used to love to snuggle next to my Golden Retriever. When the cat was a kitten it even would suckle on him. :) It was funny.

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