Snuffler at the Door – Conversations with the Pack

Posted on by H.J. Hill

I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. What is that noise?

Me: Something…or someone is moving stuff on the front porch.

Doodlebug: Snuffling! Let me at ’em!

Me: No, we’re not opening the door.

Sweetie: Lady Human, be a human! Do human things!

Me: Like what?

Doodlebug: Peak through the tiny window in the door! What do you see?

Me: Nothing. I’ll turn on the porch light. Now I hear the noise from over there by the front corner. It’s too dark. Still can’t see anything. Wait. The sound is gone. Probably a dog. Or a raccoon.

Sweetie: Or a cat.

MoonCat: How dare you? That slander is a calumny against all cats! No self-respecting cat worthy of the name ‘cat’ would ever make that much racket.

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