Have you ever met a cat who thinks it's a dog? One who has a few more canine traits than feline?The cat in The Summer of Jake, Rover, thinks she's a Jack Russell Terrier and I had a whole heap of fun writing her character. But she's not alone!
If you're not sure what I'm talking about, or you just want a chuckle, here's a little introduction to cats who think they're dogs for you:
Here's a little snippet of the moment when Jake first meets Rover at Annalise's apartment:
At that moment, Rover came bounding out from my bedroom, almost barreling over Jake as she jumped up on his leg. I think he faltered more from surprise than her cat-weight. I bent to pick her up, but she was scrabbling her paws to reach the new person.
Jake took a step back. “Is that cat on medication?”
Used to this kind of comment, I just smiled. “Rover thinks she’s a dog. A Jack Russell to be specific.”
“Ah.” Jake thought for a moment, then shrugged and reached forward to pat her. “Have you considered therapy?”
For a second, I wondered if he meant the cat or me, but then his eyes twinkled.
“No need. She’s perfectly happy as long as people treat her like a dog.” Rover turned and licked my cheek as if to reinforce my point. “She was dumped at four weeks old outside my grandmother’s house, and Nan took her in.”
“Let me guess, your grandmother had a Jack Russell who adopted the kitten?”
“Her dog Spot completely took over her care. And Nan didn’t like cats, so she treated Rover like a dog. Between the two of them, Rover didn’t stand a chance.” I snuggled my face into her black and white stripy neck, and she relaxed for a few seconds before trying to reach Jake again.
“So why’s she living with you?”
I put Rover down on the ground, and she sniffed the leg of Jake’s jeans. “When Nan died a year ago, Spot had already been gone a little while, so Rover came to live here. I’ll just give her some dog food, and we can start.”
Jake started nodding, then hesitated. “You feed her dog food? Isn’t that taking things a bit far?”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s C-A-T food,” I spelled out. “We just can’t let Rover know that.”
Jake took a step back. “Is that cat on medication?”
Used to this kind of comment, I just smiled. “Rover thinks she’s a dog. A Jack Russell to be specific.”
“Ah.” Jake thought for a moment, then shrugged and reached forward to pat her. “Have you considered therapy?”For a second, I wondered if he meant the cat or me, but then his eyes twinkled.
“No need. She’s perfectly happy as long as people treat her like a dog.” Rover turned and licked my cheek as if to reinforce my point. “She was dumped at four weeks old outside my grandmother’s house, and Nan took her in.”
“Let me guess, your grandmother had a Jack Russell who adopted the kitten?”
“Her dog Spot completely took over her care. And Nan didn’t like cats, so she treated Rover like a dog. Between the two of them, Rover didn’t stand a chance.” I snuggled my face into her black and white stripy neck, and she relaxed for a few seconds before trying to reach Jake again.
“So why’s she living with you?”
I put Rover down on the ground, and she sniffed the leg of Jake’s jeans. “When Nan died a year ago, Spot had already been gone a little while, so Rover came to live here. I’ll just give her some dog food, and we can start.”
Jake started nodding, then hesitated. “You feed her dog food? Isn’t that taking things a bit far?”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s C-A-T food,” I spelled out. “We just can’t let Rover know that.”
And because I can't resist, here's another cat who thinks she's a dog. :)
I love to hear about unusual animals - tell me the most unusual pet you've had or met. I'll give away a copy of The Summer of Jake to one commenter so they can meet Rover for themselves!





