Up and up and up she goes, with the dog snapping his teeth behind her, wagging his tail furiously and barking up the tree. Yes, he could speak, and yes he could understand her...somewhat. The cat was using a lot of big words that he didn't know, but that didn't really matter to it.

What matters was she was lively, and his mouth was drooling just thinking of getting his teeth around her torso. Sure, he'd probably feel bad...later. Much later.

If he can even catch the little kitty cat in the first place!

Come down! I just wanna play! He was jumping up, snapping his teeth just below the branch before realizing this was much too high for him and electing to stand on his hind legs and claw at the bark instead. Prommyyyy