It's not so bad living a dog's life. Unless you're a cat. Then this baseball stuff started and Willy went bonkers. I never saw him act so crazy. On top of that, these two new cats moved into our neighborhood. Trouble was, tough-guy Roscoe and his cute fuzzy sister, Rikki, did not like dogs. I was showing them the sights when I suddenly pied the dogcatcher, just waiting to trap Willy as he raced around the field with a baseball in his mouth. But Roscoe and Rikki would never understand if they found out my best friend was a dog. How could I save Willy before it was too late. What's a cat to do when he has to choose between old friend and new?

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