Fat Cat of Underwhere
Chapter One
Trouble with Garlic and Onion
Let's face it, humans are pretty hopeless. I don't know how you make it through this world.
You can barely hear or see. You have no claws or fangs to speak of. You can't smell (although you do smell, if you catch my drift). And worst of all, where your glorious tail should wave, you don't even have a stump to wiggle.
In fact, if you didn't feed us, pet us, and scratch us in that special place under the chin, I'd be half tempted to write you off altogether.
So imagine my disgust and surprise when I found myself turning human.
No, not physically (perish the thought!). But mentally.
One day I'm looking out for Number One, being fabulously selfish, the way cats should be. The next day I'm attacking evil magicians and helping children save the world.
It's not natural. It's not right.
I blame it all on that wicked little man who smells like rotten eggs.
Shortly after the neighbor children, Zeke and Stephanie, got this fancy old litter bowl (toilet, I believe you huma ... read full excerpt from: Fat Cat of Underwhere ebook
