Chapter 199

By August 1, I already had my class schedule memorized and enough pens, notebooks, index cards, and highlighters to survive a lifetime of college classes.

Studmuffin was ecstatic. He practically walked on air and often napped on it too.

"Just so you know, pet," he announced late on a Friday afternoon while perched high on one of Sunray's garage shelves, "I plan to attend all your scheduled Vrooms."

Boxy and I chuckled.

"Well, I wouldn't have it any other way, Professor," I said.

Most of my classes were over Zooms, but in cat language, Zooms meant something completely different. In our language, Zooms meant Vrooms. So, my classes were now called Vrooms classes.

It made sense if you didn't think about it too much.

"You'll probably end up getting your own fan club since everyone thinks you're so handsome," I told him.

He looked down his furry nose at me in judgement. "I don't need a fan club. I need to see if your professors know of which they speak."