Shreddy and the Zomb-dogs
Mary E. Lowd
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Copyright © 2011 by Mary E. Lowd
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When Shreddy was a young cat, he and the red-haired woman lived alone. Shreddy enjoyed his youth and, in later years, he often daydreamed of those days before the red-haired woman declared: "I think I'll take up a hobby."
Shreddy wasn't worried at the time. She'd taken up a hobby before, growing orchids, and he'd found her pastime perfectly delightful. Delectable, even. This time, the red-haired woman decided to grow something that Shreddy couldn't eat.
"Isn't she adorable?" the red-haired woman asked Shreddy. He fluffed his fur and bared his claws, but the red-haired woman didn't notice. "I hope you two will be friends."
Shreddy didn't think so. Shreddy thought he would slash the cuddly, little, speckled brown and white Cavalier King Charles Spaniel right across the nose. That, however, the red-haired woman noticed, but it was worth it. Susie, the speckled spaniel, knew from day one to give Shreddy his space.