Hello. I am Bear. I am not a bear. I am a dog, named Bear.
Did you know that some dogs like cats? People think dogs don’t like cats, but I do. Real bears probably don’t like cats. (Do bears eat cats? I don’t know. We should ask Claire Cameron about that.) But as a Bear who is a dog, I do like cats. I have four cats at home, actually.
This is my cat, Georgeanne. My other cats are named Orangina, Garp, and Josephine. We live at Sissy’s house.
Quick nature lesson: If you ever see a funny looking black cat with a white stripe down its whole body and a really fluffy tail, and it hisses at you and sprays you with some terrible substance, that’s not a cat. It’s a skunk. Run away fast, or you will have to have a bath like I did. Skunks do not want to be friends. Mean ol’ skunks.
I like this book about cats because of the title. I find cats very relatable.
My secret to staying centered and calm is yoga. This is me doing downward dog pose. I can also do the cat stretch. I swear by daily meditation.
One thing I have in common with cats is that cats do a lot of resting, and so do I. Sometimes I rest like this.
Other times I rest like this, on this nice doggie lounger that the author Elizabeth McCracken gave to Sparky to share with the store dogs. It has famous writers on it. I would like to claim it for my own, but (a) the thing about sharing, and (b) I’m wearing my tinkle belt so I can’t mark my territory in the store. OK, then.
Very often, I rest near the door, because I like to see who’s coming and going.
Speaking of coming and going, you may have noticed this sign on our door. It wouldn’t be nice to name names and that’s why I won’t say anything about you-know-who and you-know-who-else and who-else (but they rhyme with “Smellinor Nose-a-belt” and “Nope-ee” and “Sharky”) disobeying the rules the other day and making a break for it. Would you mind helping me keep an eye out for my fellow four-leggers when the door opens? Thanks.
This is Cat. If you’ve placed a book order or emailed us to ask about a book recently, you’ve probably talked to her. She knows a LOT about books and shipping and boxes and packing peanuts, which, just so you know, are not at all like regular peanuts. Cat is not a cat. She is a person named Cat. And I’m a dog named Bear. Not everything is for me to understand.
If you like cats too, you might enjoy some of our many books about cats.
And if you also like resting, we have some nice places to do that. The chair on the left is named, “Down,” and the one on the right is called, “No, Bear.”
Come by and visit anytime. We could rest and talk about cats, if you want.
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