NaNoWriMo...A Pet Collaborative Effort!

Taking a moment to contemplate
while writing. 

Me-Ommmm Efurryone! I'm following in my Brofur Ku's paw prints, and pawticipating in Rocco's NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) collaborative pet writing effort. This writing club meets over at Rocco's House.

This is a story about a doggy named Petey, and his adventures as he tries to find his lost owner! Owners are always wandering off! =^..^= MOL!

I am the first kitty to contribute, so I will do my best to channel the mind of a doggy. Me-Ommmmm! If you are interested in pawticipating, there are still spots open! Here are the previous chapters and pawesome authors:

Rocco – Day 1
Bongo – Day 2
Haley and Zaphod – Day 3
Easy Rider – Day 4
My Rotten Dogs – Day 5
Sophie Doodle – Day 6
Haiku by Ku – Day 7  (My Brofur!)

Oh My Shih Tzu - Day 8

Sparhawk Scotties - Day 9 
Critter Alley - Day 10
(brief pause between installments)
Bark and Lounge - Day 12 

Alasandra, The Cats & Dogs - Day 13

Chapter 14:

Beast and I arrive at Hissie's house out of breath from the extended sprint. We bark. And bark. Eat the cat food left outside. And bark. And bark... Finally Hissie's owner opens the door.

"Beast, what are you doing here? Where is your Mom? And who is this? You know you shouldn't be out wandering around in the middle of the night in the snow and dragging other doggies along with your shenanigans!" She yells.

She would have gone on and on and on... if Beast hadn't dropped the drool-soaked piece of paper out of his mouth. The lady tries to read it:

H~~~~ man~~~~HEL~~~~

Beast's drool had smeared most of the ink, so the lady thought a man was somehow attacking Beast's Mom. She runs inside to call the police, and then, holding onto our collars, runs over to Beast's house. We wiggled, and barked, and whimpered trying to tell her we were going to the wrong place, but, alas, she only understands cat talk, not dog talk.

At the exact moment we meet the police at Beast's front door

the sky lets out a thunderous roar and lighting flashes strike the ground. Oh dear, I do not like thunder! I peed right there on the lady's foot. Beast doesn't like the thunder either, and we both break free of her grip. We kept barking and running around the officers trying to get them to follow us towards the ravine. Will they listen?

Tomorrow's chapter will be by: Tenacious Little Terrier. Me-Ommmmm!