Darcy and Flora don’t know this about me: even though I’m a cat, I don’t think of myself as such. I am a member of the Campbell/Tucker family and watching over them is my life’s objective. There’re a couple more things they haven’t yet surmised: I like cheese and I keep a hidden journal.
The pages of my July journal are a bit smudged and limp because this is the rainiest July Ventris County and even northeast Oklahoma has ever experienced. I don’t like rain! It dampens the fur and I have to spend hours trying to get presentable. Wouldn’t you know, my family’s new house is beside a creek! Well! They never consulted my thoughts on this building site.
Maybe it was the storms, one after the other; maybe it was a certain uneasiness in the air, but we all three were in mortal jeopardy more than once this month. My two humans, Darcy and Flora, didn’t realize the danger, but I did. A cat has a sixth sense about such things. I distrusted that man from the start. I wanted to tell Darcy and Flora, but didn’t know how. I’m just glad we all escaped with our lives. What man, you ask? I do not even want to write his name! That’s how detestable he was and how creepy he made me feel.
In spite of those two things: the rain and the man, I pretty much enjoy my new living quarters. I became acquainted with a dear old hen out in the henhouse, made friends with a ‘possum and a groundhog, and learned to stay far, far away from larger animals which roam the hills of Ventris County. 
Doubtless, Darcy and Flora will encounter more evil people and get involved in more tangles and coils, so I must be on my toes, ever watchful, ever vigilant. If only I could talk and warn them of the danger I sense! And, just maybe, some time in the future, someone will offer me a bite of cheese!
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