Gray Cat, Book 2
Cat think and beagle dog possibilities in this second book are more reality than any sort of fiction. I suspect were one to catch up to Stewart Little and ask what was experienced when meeting Gray Cat much might be learned on the nature of this particular fictive non-fiction. So it goes and beagle dogs do educate. More
Fred’s recovery was slow.
The first several days he slept all day and all night. If Fred was up at all, it was because he was a little hungry or because he needed the bathroom. Freckles said she was please Fred at least had a little appetite.
For weeks he remained a skinny, beagle puppy too weak to go out, too weak to play with Jeff and me.
I worried about Fred. All those weeks I really worried about him. He mostly stayed too weak to stand without swaying. I couldn’t help but worry about him.
Jeff was stuck with me as his only play companion in the yard. During this time we bonded, became fast friends, in a way we hadn’t been before. Many afternoons we spent hours pretending to do what we would do when grown up.
There were times then when the man talked to Jeff about trailing rabbits. For the man this trailing rabbits thing seemed a serious business. He’d even say things like the reason he, Jeff, was being let play in the yard was so he might learn to trail and track rabbits. He’d say, Jeff, you’re a beagle and to be a beagle is to track and trail rabbits. One time the man talked about his own personal panic: he was afraid if Jeff didn’t learn to trail and track while he was still a young beagle, he might never learn. “The way a twig is bent,…” he would say. It clearly was important to the man Jeff learn to trail rabbits.
Jeff didn’t learn. Not then.