Clawdette the Cat

Written and illustrated by Emmett Loverde

For all the new newcomers, all the older newcomers, and all the newcomers on the way. This one really is for you. (Parents, please reassure them that Mickey is all right and that no animals were harmed during the production of this story.)

 

This is Clawdette.

This is what Clawdette looks like.

She is a cat.

Clawdette spells thing her own way.

She had her own way of spelling “cat”. (Cats like to do things their own way.)

Clawdette loved to yowl.

Yowl know it when you hear it.

Yowling is one of the things that cats do better than just about anybody.

Clawdette lived in a large building that was much too tall to climb.

This is where Clawdette lives.

Much too tall.

She insisted upon having a private entrance of her own.

A private entrance of her own.

All the people in the building made sure that Clawdette had plenty to eat.

Plenty to eat.

It was an exciting place to live...

Many interesting people.

...with many interesting people visiting every day.

And lots of interesting sounds.

Sounds like you never heard.

Sometimes Clawdette would yowl along with these noisy visitors

They didn't always like that.


Not everyone appreciates fine yowling.

One day a visitor heard Clawdette's yowling.

Finally -- a fan!

He liked it very much.

Showing appreciation.

He led Clawdette to a little room where she could yowl all she wanted.

Cat Stevens, look out.

Soon, people were coming from all over...

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...just to hear Clawdette yowl.

Her food got tastier.

Serving suggestion. (Mickey's fine.)

She was given a new private entrance.

Entranced by her entrance.

And she could get to the top of her building any time she wanted.

Clawdette finally gets to the top.

One day, an admirer left Clawdette a gift.

What a gift!

The gift squealed.

The squealing gift.

Everyone heard the squeal.

Everyone.

Showing appreciation again.

Soon after that, nobody paid much attention to Clawdette's yowling.

Yowl never find another like her.

They all wanted squealing instead. (That's just how people are sometimes.)

Does squeaking sound like squealing?

But Clawdette didn't mind. She was still Clawdette, which wasn't a bad thing to be.

And she still loved to yowl.

Not a bad thing to be at all.

The end.

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