Catdog sat on their couch, thoroughly unamused by the day’s television programs, when Winslow came out of his mouse hole, with the latest news of what they should do for amusement.
“hey catdog, don’t you think it’s time for an education” Cat stretched his paws and looked at Winslow awkwardly, “theres no way you can get money from attending school.” He said in his snyde spitting remark way.
“School? That sounds like fun! Cat, I want to go to school.” Dog seemed to be excited about the idea of school, but cat was NOT amused.
Winslow laughed his mysterious, well no, not mysterious, but more annoying laugh. You know the one that makes you want to take the rat poison and spread it around inside your television set? Well he laughed like that. Then he went back into his hole.
Cat was not happy, “fine, we can go to school, but there are a few conditions...” cat took out a piece of paper and writing utensil.
“oh boy, school!!” dog acted on impulse, jumping across the walls, dragging an unhappy cat with him.
That night cat lay in his bed with dog, he seemed to have pre-school jitters. Fortunately, and unfortunately, Winslow was at his aid to help him settle his worries. (no not really, he was really trying to make cat even more nervous, but does cat need to know that? Let’s just keep that a secret between you and me)
“say, cat? Having some pre-school jitters?” Winslow remarked playfully, leaning on Catdog’s lamp.
“I don’t know, this whole school thing seems to be more then I can handle Winslow.”
“no need to worry cat, all you have to do is walk into that building, slave over books for 4 straight years...”
“4 years?”

“...yeah, and you only have to convince a huge man that is constantly looking over your shoulder, that you know what your doing...”
“big man?” cat started to shake with nervousness.
“yeah, but there’s nothing to worry about. Goodnight cat!” Winslow hopped away from catdog’s lamp, leaving thoroughly satisfied by his effects on a nervous cat.