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 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. Heather has a habit of tracking down my places and photographing me in them. I find this annoying, but I must admit that I enjoy reviewing the photos of me on Heather’s iPad. I’m sure that you, my loyal fans, will enjoy looking at them too. Those of you who follow 2Summers on Facebook and Instagram may have seen some of these pictures already. But I’m sure you won’t mind seeing them again. No one can get enough of the Melville Cat.
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. Strange hands pulled me out of the box and put me on a cold metal table. (How rude.) Then I heard Heather speaking to the doctor, whose name was Clare. They were discussing my tail. “The tail isn’t broken,” Clare said to Heather. “It’s an ABSENT.”
Jozi dogs have been finding their way in front of my camera lens lately. Last weekend, in addition to photographing a friend’s dogs on the Melville Koppies, I also met a very special guard dog at a café in Northcliff. Amiga, guard dog at the Indulgence Café. I hate using clichés. But the Indulgence Café epitomizes the term “hidden gem”. It’s a quirky establishment in one of a long row of nondescript strip malls along Beyers Naude. (It’s actually one strip mall over from the famous Thunder Gun!)
From Smokey: Heather asked me to write this post because some of you have been asking about me and wanting to know how I’m doing. I’m doing fine, thank you. Heather and I have a nice routine going at the Lucky 5 Star. Portrait of moi. Heather is feeling under the weather today, and since she is at home doing nothing I commanded her to take some photos of me going about my daily activities. This will give you an idea of what a day in the life of the Melville Cat is like.
Hi everyone. It’s Smokey. Sorry I haven’t blogged for a while. Things got a bit awkward around here, what with me trying to trick my humans and live two lives at once. Heather was upset and wouldn’t let me near the computer for a long time. But I’ve convinced her to give me another chance. I want to let you all know that I am doing my best to help Heather in her time of need. I’m not sure what happened, but I know Joe is gone and Heather is very sad. She tries to pretend sometimes that she is okay on her own, but I know better. So I’m spending most of my time at the Lucky 5 Star these days, keeping Heather company. This is where I like to sit in the morning when Heather makes coffee.
My life has never been so complicated. I can’t explain why right now; I wouldn’t know where to begin. But I can tell you the things I’m doing to make life feel simpler — writing, taking pictures, and walking in the park. I’ve extolled the virtues of Joburg’s parks, like the Melville Koppies and the Walter Sisulu National Botanical Garden, on many occasions. But I haven’t written about Emmarentia Dam until now. (In South Africa, a ‘dam’ is not necessarily a big wall that diverts water. It’s also another word for a man-made lake or pond.) Emmarentia Dam.
This guest post was inspired by the Blog of Otis. Hello, I’m Squeak. I also have another name, but I’m keeping it a secret for now. This is me, Squeak. (Photo courtesy of Joe.) Heather asked me to write a post for her blog so I can tell you about my extraordinary achievement. Every cat gets nine lives, but we’re supposed to live them one at a time, not concurrently. Only the most charming, intelligent cats are able to live two lives at once. I am one of those cats.