Spring has sprung - and so have we... even cats and dogs get crazy in the spring. After all, what self-respecting cat (that's me, Chuck) stays somewhere he doesn't want to be? And what self-respecting dog (that's Rotten Willy, who calls me Upchuck) won't let his best friend (me) goad him into action on a fine spring day? Believe me, it's not easy getting a lumpy Rottweiler over - or under - a big wooden gate I figured it was about time I took Willy to my pal Luigi's restaurant for a great spaghetti and meatball dinner. Problem was, Luigi didn't understand that some dogs and cats, particularly an exceptional feline like me, can be friends. He was only trying to protect me when he took after Willy with a skillet Did he run Then Willy decided to teach me how to chase cows. ME chase cows? Me-ow I tried to introduce him to something more civilized, like chasing mice, but no go. Then came the skunk. Need I say more? But the real obstacle to a long-lasting friendship was yet to come.