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, ...