A Dog and a Cat at Last
Tom and Pam are pals. Pam has a fat cat, Max, and Tom has a dog, Bob. “A cat is a blast,” says Pam. “But I wish I had a dog and a cat! A dog can jog and romp with you. A cat can not jog or romp.” Tom is glad he has a dog and not a cat. Tom is not fond of cats at all.
Soon, Bob the dog has puppies. Bob is a gal, not a guy, and now Bob is a mom. Tom brings Pam a small, tan dog in a box. Pam is glad to see Tom.
Max is glad, too. Max hops on Tom’s lap. “Scat, Max!” says Tom, but Max is a brat. Max likes the spot on Tom’s lap and will not scat. Max flops flat and has a nap.
“You can pat Max,” says Pam. “Max will not snap at you.” Tom pats Max.
“You can pat the dog, Pam,” says Tom, and Pam pats her brand new dog, Spot.
Spot pants fast and wags a lot. “Spot likes me!” claps Pam. “I am very glad.”
Tom nods. “I am glad, too,” says Tom.
Pam is glad. She has a fat cat and a dog—at last.