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This anthology of stories all are around the fact that animals can talk.

Every bit as well as humans.

It's humans that have the real problem – listening.

There are probably a dozen-dozen reasons why we humans won't simply open up our ears and hear them.

It doesn't matter what type of animal – dog, cat, cow, crow, coyote.

The other simple fact is: people don't listen, so they don't hear. Voices which are every bit as clear as someone standing next to your ear.

Because you don't listen with your ears – you listen with your mind.

And then you can hear them clearly. No matter what species. No matter their size or lack of it.

Until you can start to hear them, here's the next best thing...

Stories about humans who can hear all the voices around them – or perhaps just one.

If you can't hear them yourself, you can at least read about them.

This Anthology Containing:

- Voices by J. R. Kruze
- Max Says No by J. R. Kruze
- A Nervous Butt by J. R. Kruze
- A Long Wait for Santa by C. C. Brower
- A Dog Named Kat by J. R. Kruze
- Cats Typing Romance by R. L. Saunders
- When The Wild Calls by C. C. Brower

Excerpt:

THAT MORNING I ROLLED over, bleary and tousle-headed to see my dog Wilma looking back at me.

"Good morning," the thought came to my head. "If you'd lay off those night-caps we can get your weight down and get a you laid more often."

The idea of this brought a smile to my face.

"Now that I have your attention, let's go for a walk before breakfast. You've got time before you have to go to your work." The thought had a some sense to it. "Of course it's sensible. Now get up, we have to get going. I'll wait until you put on your clothes."

At that my golden-haired red heeler, Wilma, stood and went to wait by the door to the room. "Come on, get up. Let's go." And just stared at me.

I looked at the clock, saw I had a half-hour before I usually got up to make my breakfast, and rolled over.

It only took a couple of tugs before my blanket and top sheet were on the floor.

That got my attention. I sat up. My dog let go of the bed clothes corner he had been pulling on and smiled.

"What are you doing?" I asked, looking at her through my bleary eyes.

"Taking care of my human," came the reply. "Come on. I meant what I said. It's time to change your habits to make you happier."

Couldn't argue with that. Especially now that I was awake. I swiveled my feet over to the floor and felt the cool carpet underneath them.

"Good boy! Let's get those sweats on. You can do it!" Wilma was encouraging.

Of course I resented it. Sounded like I was in training for something.

"Of course you're in training. Humans have to be trained every day of their lives. I'm not going to be around forever, so you've got to learn to survive so your next Master will be able to pick up where I left off and hopefully help you retire in grace." Wilma cocked her head at me, wondering if I got it.

"This is all just a bit new. How, I mean, why, what..." I quit talking and just sent her my thoughts, jumbled as they were.

"Now you're getting it. We can have all sorts of discussions once you quit using your human speech. So backward and clumsy." Wilma rose and again walked to the door. "Sweats. Socks. Tennies."

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