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From the the Melville Cat:

Good day, dear readers. I would like to update you on recent developments.

Trixie, the Midget Fluff Ball Menace

1. The Midget Fluff Ball Menace continues to play an active role in my day to day life, for better or worse. She is no longer a kitten but rather a half-grown cat. The Midget – I suppose I won’t be able to call her that much longer – is still rambunctious, forever scampering and tumbling about.

Trixie is still a menace, but fortunately she has become a bit more respectful of my boundaries in recent months. I hope this trend will continue.

Good day, friends. Here is some important news from the Melville Cat:

1. Trixie, the Midget Fluff Ball Menace, is still in my home. She keeps growing larger.

2. I have been hired as a spokesperson – a spokescat, if you will – for the local cat food company, Montego. Montego has recently made some changes to its range of cat foods and they have hired moi to tell you about it.

As I dictate this post to Heather, she insists I tell you the Midget Fluff Ball Menace has also been hired as a Montego spokeskitten. I can’t explain why. She is a child, barely three months old, and has virtually no experience as a social media influencer.

Sincerely, The Melville Cat

Several days ago, Heather came into my house with a large crate. I peered between the bars and hissed with disdain: Inside were several piles of squirmy, dun-colored fluff.

From the Melville Cat:

As many of you know, I am an Instagrammer as well as a blogger. You can peruse my Instagram photos at @TheMelvilleCat.

I also enjoy following the adventures of my fellow felines on Instagram. The feline Instagram community is prolific, perhaps because cats are so obviously photogenic (especially me).

From the Melville Cat:

Heather enjoys animal-inspired art. She has a beaded giraffe, for example, as well as a clay porcupine.

But until recently she did not have any art inspired by the most important animal in her life: me.

Before reading on, I suggest reading Part 1 of Abby the Tiger’s story.

Humans call me Abby. But they used to call me Tiger.

Some of you may remember me – I’ve told my story here before. I was born in Hillbrow and I used to live in a boxing gym there. Back then, when I was still a young cat, Heather (the human who owns this blog) asked me to write a guest post for her. She thought my life was very interesting, and I suppose she was right.