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    Chomps, Flea, and Gray Cat (That's Me!)
    Chomps, Flea, and Gray Cat (That's Me!)
    Chomps, Flea, and Gray Cat (That's Me!)
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    Chomps, Flea, and Gray Cat (That's Me!)

    By Bill Wallace and Carol Wallace

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    I need this puppy
    like I need more rats
    in the barn!
    Jealous? Me?
    Well...maybe a little. My people got a new white puppy named Chomps. That's because he bites at everything, especially flies. What could a gray cat -- me -- want with a Scottish terrier, anyway? The little nipper got into some trouble with the big rats in the barn. It was partly my fault. So...I had to save him. Problem is, now I can't get rid of him. What am I supposed to do with a dog who's determined to get himself into trouble?
    When my mockingbird pal, Flea, came home for the spring, I thought she could help me train the little furball. But all she wants to do is build her nest. Chomps needs to learn how to hunt. But how can I teach a dumb dog that an opossum is not a rat, and a skunk is not a kitty? Even worse, how can I keep him from turning Mama's fancy new car into a muddy mess? Nothing but trouble. I just thought I knew what trouble was. But now Mama is in danger...This is serious. Talk about trouble...
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAladdin
    Release dateJul 15, 2014
    ISBN9781481431415
    Chomps, Flea, and Gray Cat (That's Me!)
    Author

    Bill Wallace

    Bill Wallace grew up in Oklahoma. Along with riding their horses, he and his friends enjoyed campouts and fishing trips. Toasting marshmallows, telling ghost stories to scare one another, and catching fish was always fun. One of the most memorable trips took place on the far side of Lake Lawtonka, at the base of Mt. Scott. He and his best friend, Gary, spent the day shooting shad with bow and arrows, cutting bank poles, and getting ready to go when their dads got home from work. Although there was no "monster" in Lake Lawtonka, one night there was a "sneak attack" by a rather large catfish tail. Checking the bank poles was not nearly as fun or "free" after that point, but it was the inspiration for this story. Bill Wallace has won nineteen children's state awards and been awarded the Arrell Gibson Lifetime Achievement Award for Children's Literature from the Oklahoma Center for the Book.  

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    • 5/5
      The dog in this book was named Chomps. The cat, named Grey, helped protect Chomps.
    • 4/5
      Chomps and Gray are friends, summer is coming and Flea is expected back any day now. Comps and Gray spend their time together having fun and trying not to get into trouble with Mama but they just can't help it. Then one day after Flea arrives home the Mama is missing and in terrible trouble. It is is up to the three friends to get help for her.This was a wonderful ending to this series. Full of fun and humour. The ending was quite intense with danger and the 7yo was caught up in the race to rescue Mama. Overall, a fun series for little ones, about ages 6-8.

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    Chomps, Flea, and Gray Cat (That's Me!) - Bill Wallace

    CHAPTER 1

    I loved sitting in the House Mama’s lap!

    Trouble was, sometimes we just didn’t sit and love. Sometimes—like today—she took the wire brush to me. I guess I needed it. The days were getting longer and warmer. It felt good to get rid of my extra hair. But sometimes the teeth on the brush got stuck.

    Spring must be coming, Gray. The way your winter coat is falling out, warm weather must be right around the corner. Mama yanked a ball of fur from my back. It hurt.

    I flinched. My hair’s not falling out, I thought. You’re pulling it out! Twisting my body, I tried to get away from her.

    Sorry, Gray. But if we don’t get these knots out, your fur will mat up. I’m trying to be careful!

    Each time Mama stroked me with the brush, she ran her hand along my soft fur to help take the sting out. I struggled to get away, but she kept a firm hold on me.

    Chomps bounded in and put his front paws on the couch while Mama finished my grooming. His ears stood straight up. He tilted his head to one side.

    You look funny, Gray. Chomps turned his head the other direction to get a closer look at what Mama was doing.

    I stuck my nose in the air and flipped my tail. You don’t look so good yourself, Chomps.

    He just smiled at me and started to bark. Let’s play! The pile of white fur bounced around the couch.

    Mama started brushing again. She held me firmly with one hand while she ran the brush from my neck to the very tip of me.

    Ah, come on, Gray. I want to play really bad!

    Can’t you see what’s happening here? Or do you have too much white fluff covering your eyes to tell that I can’t get away?

    The pup bounced even more as Mama finished brushing me.

    Get back, Chomps! I’m almost done. Then you can both go outside. Mama lifted me in the air with both hands and looked me over. She gave me a hug and headed for the door.

    Come on, pup, you can go out now. I have to run to the store, and you guys can get a little sunshine.

    Mama scooted Chomps out the door with her foot. She set me down on the porch swing. I ruffled and jerked my fur a few times to get rid of the sting from the brushing. Mama jingled her keys as she walked to the driveway.

    Be good animals. I’ll be right back.

    The sound of the car’s motor roared, coughed, then sputtered as Mama drove away.

    Chomps walked to the end of the porch and sat down with his nose to the wind. The strong breeze shook his shaggy fur.

    Chomps was very new to the place. He had arrived at Christmas. Mama called him a Scottish terrier. She said that he was wheaton color. That meant he was sort of white, not black like most Scotties are supposed to be. I guess that Chomps was okay. We had become pretty good friends.

    I smiled while I watched the little puppy snap at flies that buzzed around. Fact is, that’s how he had gotten his name. When the Daddy would scuffle and play with him, Chomps would pretend to bite. When his teeth popped together, they made a loud, funny, chomping sound. Mama and Daddy thought it was pretty neat to have a little bitty fluff ball make such a big noise.

    When he first came to live with us, I didn’t like him very much. He was wild, he had no manners, and he smelled like a puppy. I tried to get rid of the little furball by helping him mess up the kitchen one night. It worked. But instead of just putting the puppy outside for a bit, the Mama and Daddy made a bed in the barn for Chomps.

    There were rats in the barn.

    They were big, hairy, and they had really sharp teeth. I felt so bad about what I had done, I had to go rescue him. There were too many rats. Callie, the old cat who lives with us, brought the People to our rescue—just in the nick of time. Thinking about those horrible rats sent a chill up my back.

    • • •

    Let’s play. Chomps barked. When he did, I jumped. He looked up at me. I swished my tail in front of his furry face.

    Okay, I want to play chase. I’ll be it first! I said.

    The short puppy legs churned as he tried to run from me. He only made it to the end of the porch when I swatted him on the head. You’re it!

    I fluffed my fur and ran to the base of the tree. I looked back. The pup was still standing where I had left him. He was trying to get his stubby legs moving, but all they did was spin on the concrete.

    I scooted up the tree to the bottom branch. I sharpened my claws while I waited for Chomps to catch up with me.

    As soon as he got to the tree, I jumped over him, landed on the ground, and ran to the lilac

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