Reilly was furious.
“I told you that I did not, I repeat, did not want this!”
He hissed and snarled at the vet, who looked at him in amusement.
“Hard to imagine such a beautiful cat acting as badly as this.”
“He’s just a bit of a prima donna,” I said, watching the vet quickly give Reilly the necessary vaccination.
“A what?” Reilly hissed at me. “Just wait until we get home! I am gonna repay you for dis!”
“Don’t be nasty, Reilly. After all, who would have you if I didn’t?”
The vet looked at me oddly. “Ha, ha! It’s as if you know exactly what he’s thinking!”
“Most times I do,” I said sweetly.
“Yeah, and I know what she’s thinking all of the time! So there!”
“Okay Reilly, I happily agree that you cats are a most evolved species and you know exactly what I’m thinking.”
The vet gave me another odd look. “If I didn’t know better, I would say you had a secret language with your cats. I assume your other cat is the same?” He gave a slightly derisive snort but I didn’t care. I was used to it.
“Well of course she is! We have conversations all the time, although I do admit Katie O’Brien isn’t nearly as chatty as Reilly is.”
The vet gave me another odd look, this time as if he’d better humour the potty cat lady. “No, she is certainly a lot quieter than he is.” By this time Reilly was back in his cage, glaring at me, and Katie was on the receiving end of the vaccination needle. She gave a brief peep of alarm and pain and then it was all over. “Look at that. You are a good girl cat,” the vet added, to my delight. Maybe my pottiness was cat-ching! “When you go home you can have a nice cup of tea.”
I laughed. “Do you mean me, or the cats?”
“Er…all of you, perhaps?” Reilly snarled at his words and the vet added: “no, perhaps not all of you. Perhaps Reilly here, doesn’t care for tea?”
“Cream, you fool!” Reilly snarled. “Cream! And don’t you forget it!”
“Reilly likes cream, preferably whipped cream from a can,” I smiled.
This is the third book in the trilogy on Seamus O’Reilly the cat’s exploits. He can talk and still has plenty to say, despite growing older and seemingly more mature. But “mature” is a dirty word in Reilly’s opinion. As far as he’s concerned, he’s ageless. To the adorable and yet chauvinistic Reilly, the world is a fascinating place and he is the most fascinating part of it. Reilly manages to ingratiate himself with many of the people around him, provided he leaves his claws retracted. Caught in the middle of the big pussycat’s capers is Reilly’s owner, who already knows that there is no one the ornery feline is more protective of than her. In this semi-fictional story, accompanied by illustrations and poetry, Reilly continues with his carefree adventures, entertaining antics, and witty repartee, initially with girlfriend Katie and later on with his new girlfriend, Chloe Arabella, and his owner.
About the Author
Amber Jo Illsley is a former freelance journalist who now lives and works in Invercargill, New Zealand’s southernmost city. She is a keen supporter for the rights of all animals and especially loves cats of any kind.