Woof Woof, Farley here.
I love cats. I really do. But this is too much.
Do you ever see me sitting on furniture let alone at the dinning room table?
Do you ever see me looking longingly at food while my humans are eating.
I think not.
This is Natasha. Apparently she’s higher up in the pack list than me. She gets to have dinner with my peeps.
And then there’s Boris. He gets to have desert at the table.
That makes me third on the list.
I’m going to have to change things, and fast!
Woof Woof.
Farley here. Woof Woof.
So what’s a dog like me doing with a cat?
I’m visiting a house that has a cat. The cat is crazy. I enter the room, she hisses and runs. Well what to humans expect me to do? Sit there and stay quiet. She’s challenged me. I run after her. If only I could catch her. But then what? I have no idea, but it sure is fun scrambling all over the house.
Sometimes she teases me. Above, she’s sitting on top of the kitchen wall staring into the bedroom at me. If only I could get to her. She knows I can’t climb like she can, so there she sits laughing at me.
But if a cat likes me, I’m happy to play nice. See . . . I have proof.
I’m not evil. Really, I’m not. It’s the cat’s fault.
Woof Woof.
Should all characters get along? #writetip. Definitely not. But why not spice up a scene by forcing two characters who don’t get along into a situation where they must.
Put their lives in danger. Make them rely on each other. But the whole time, they really can’t stand each other.
Then give a character a life altering decision. Character A must risk their lives to save Character B. Do they do it? Or do they leave the person to die. This will say volumes about your character, and maybe scare your reader at the same time.
Farley playing with the cat made me think about odd pairings and how sometimes life surprises you, but also how fiction should surprise you.
Kristina Stanley 