#Pets

From the Melville Cat:

I’m free at last. The blasted cone was removed.

May this horrid collar never adorn my neck again. (If you missed the story of how I got the cone in the first place, read here.)

From the Melville Cat:

This is the worst week of my life.

This photo says it all.

Heather had been gone forever, in a place called America. I was starting to think she might never come back. But on Monday evening she returned. I was very happy to see her although I feigned boredom.

From the Melville Cat:

I know that I have lots of fans among the readers of 2Summers. Many of you may be wondering why I haven’t posted in so long.

From the Melville Cat:

I never stay in one place for long. I like to be in control of my domain and keep my humans on their toes. I also get bored easily. Therefore I am always moving, always looking for new and interesting places to sit and do nothing.

From the Melville Cat:

This morning I was hanging out in the kitchen of the Lucky 5 Star, minding my own business. Then Heather and Lucky snuck up on me with that terrible plastic box. Next thing I knew, I was at the horrible place called the vet.

From the Melville Cat:

I slept on the roof last night.

I can’t tell you why. I was just scared to come down. Heather keeps asking me if there is another cat around here who is making me scared. (She thinks that maybe another cat broke my tail.) I won’t answer her. I guess I’m a little embarrassed.