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description: Dealing with a dog to put it crudely is like dealing with a person who's a bit dumb. Dealing with a cat is like dealing with a person who's more than a bit crazy. When a stray kitten romps into Lynne's life she has no idea what she's getting into. As Lynne describes in letters to her friend Angie Skeeter is all cat -- high-spirited contrary and inventive. He's so goofy that he reminds Lynne of her own nuttiest escapades; so irrepressible that even Lynne's neighbor Mark gets wound around his paw. And when Angie visits to see Skeeter for herself . . . Well no one who meets Skeeter will ever be quite the same again. ///////////////////////////////////////////////// ABOUT THE AUTHOR Anne L. Watson a retired historic preservation architecture consultant is the author of numerous novels plus books on such diverse subjects as soapmaking and baking with cookie molds. A former resident of San Pedro California -- the setting of -Skeeter- -- Anne currently lives in Friday Harbor Washington with her husband and fellow author Aaron Shepard. ///////////////////////////////////////////////// SAMPLE January 29 2000 Dear Angie Skeeter is not entirely happy about the way we live. For example he doesn't like my going to work. With more justification he disapproves of some of my attitudes. Most of my experience with animals is with dogs. In a relationship with a pet I elect myself pack leader. Cats are not pack animals. Skeeter a democrat considers us equals and resents my bumptious ways. This is particularly true when it comes to food. I buy various kinds of food for Skeeter so he won't become too set on one type or flavor. I had a friend in high school whose cat Sparkles would eat nothing but Kitty Queen Tuna. No other brand would do even people tuna. Kitty Queen Salmon would not do either. My friend's family had Kitty Queen Tuna crises when none could be found. -Did you try the all-night drugstore?- -We went there last time remember? They don't have it.- The cat probably would have starved before it ate anything else. My friend's mother had a strange relationship with the cat. She believed Sparkles to be the reincarnation of her own mother long deceased. So the cat ruled the household. I am not going down that road with Skeeter. A gauntlet has been thrown though regarding turkey. Till last week he ate it with obvious enjoyment. The two cans I've given him this week have gone untouched. Someone said it might be spoiled that I should smell it. A longtime vegetarian I think meat always smells spoiled but I gave it a whiff. Disgusting but not rancid. I won't buy it again though if he feels that way. This morning he got beef which he accepted. In fact he made a pig of himself. After breakfast he returned to the bedroom belching alarmingly. -Would Monsieur like a potato with the steak next time?- I asked. -Perhaps a small glass of red wine?- Monsieur looked interested. -A salad?- No sale. I think I'll continue being pack leader. Like all despots I perpetuate Skeeter's servitude by monopolizing the means to freedom: the checkbook the car keys the can opener. It's unfair that I should be the leader just because I'm bigger and smarter and have opposable thumbs. But it's going to stay that way as long as I can manage it. If Skeeter is the reincarnation of my mother she can learn to eat what she's given. Love Lynne
language: English
title: Skeeter: A Cat Tale
publisher: Shepard & Piper