I had a great time during my summer vacation. The hoomin took me and my roommate Nikki out to the island. That stoopid d*g Boogie was there, but I soon showed him who is master of the island. He never dared come near me and my women-folk again.

Then my hoomin went away, and Nikki thought she had to get our food while the hoomin wasn't there, so she brought *a lot* of voles each day, though I told her that the grandmeowmie was feeding us. The grandmeowmie got somewhat fed up with cleaning out all the vole intestines and whole carcasses from our cabin.

Then my hoomin came back, and I tried to be angry at her for going away and leaving us, but I sorta like her and I just had to give her few kisses.Then I kept a close watch on her to see that she didn't sneak off again. One day she got on the boat and went away again, and I felt very sad as I sat there on the dock watching her go, but she came back the same day.

There was a gang of crazy swallows on the island this year. The hoomin called them biker swallows (she thinks she's so funny). They had absolutely no manners! There a fella is ambling along in peace, minding his own business, and this crazy swallow swoops out of the sky to within inches. Gave me quite a start. Made the hoomin laugh, but she had hers coming. One morning as she was going for her morning skinny dip (crazy hoomin), another of those mad fellows swooped down at her! Ha!

After my hoomin came back the second time, we had some long, lovely, lazy times together on the island. Just for being such a good hoomin, I started rewarding her by bringing her a vole each night into bed. But did she appreciate my offerings? Nooooo, she screamed at me and threw my voles on the floor. Of course, I had to eat them myself. Couldn't leave them for such an unappreciative hoomin.

This morning she locked us into the cabin. Uh-oh! We knew then that the time had come to return home. We both hid far in under the beds so she had to move the beds to get us, but she managed to catch us. That hoomin is too clever. I was OK during the trip, but Nikki was very upset about leaving all the juicy voles. On the boat, she complained the whole way, and on the bus she pretended to be choking, so the hoomin took her out of our travelling bag and let her lie on the seat with her harness and leash on. The little hypocrite!

Well, now we're back home in the poky little apartment, and it will be a long year until we go back to the island again.