Raining Cats and Dogs is exactly what you fear: an anthropomorphic comedy-drama starring dogs, with issues of dog morality, dog existentialism, and lots of dog-on-dog hate.
Imagine if Fyodor Dostoyevsky went mad and wrote a book with an all dog-cast, or if George Orwell just gave up trying to send a message and decided to troll humanity with a dog murder mystery. That’s exactly what Raining Cats and Dogs is, and it’s Warren’s own distinctive brand of tragic parody, with sex, death, lost love and intellectual garble the likes of which would make Lassie whine or Old Yeller want to be put down.
This experimental novel was written in the spirit of Animal Farm and The Brothers Karamazov, with a bit of South Park-style bite for the new age. Whereas most people imagine dogs living in a perfect little society of mutual respect, G-rated bickering, and lots of tongue-wagging, we all know the truth: they are sick, perverted and violent, every bit evil as man himself.
