CHAPTER 2: Tea with Catsby and Daisy

Jordan and I have decided to reunite my friend, Catsby, with Daisy, so we invited the two of them to tea. I have to say the tea was awkward at first, but soon enough, Daisy and Catsby fell in love once again.

I remember that day so clearly. Daisy sat, pretty as ever, with Catsby in the doorway.

Smiling at him, she said, "I'm certainly glad to see you again."

He stared at her, and I wondered if cats even knew how to smile, and, if they did, if Daisy and us other dogs would be able to recognize it.

"I'm certainly glad to see you again, too," Catsby said, purring slightly.

Daisy and Catsby fell in love once again, but as with many marriages these days, their love was in the form of an affair. Soon after they began seeing each other again, Daisy invited Catsby, Jordan, and me to lunch at her house. The only problem was that Daisy's husband, Tom, was there!

Tom, as he should be, was suspicious that Daisy and Catsby were seeing each other again. As we all drove into Manhattan, Tom drove Catsby's yellow car with Jordan and me, while Catsby and Daisy drove Tom's car. When we stopped to get gas, Tom saw his mistress, Myrtle, who was leaving town with her husband after he had learned that she was being unfaithful to him. What Myrtle's husband did not know, however, was with whom Myrtle was having the affair.

On that drive, I learned that Tom knew about Catsby's love for Daisy, and he could not restrain himself for much longer. Tom was not, after all, a forgiving dog.

"Now see here," Tom growled. "I know I'm not very popular. I don't give big parties. I suppose you've got to make you house into a pigsty in order o have any friends in the modern world, but I need to protect my possessions!"

"I've got something to tell you, old sport—" Catsby started, but Daisy interrupted him.

"Please don't! Please let's all go home." Daisy begged.

Catsby stared at Daisy, and then turned to Tom, hissing, "You're wife doesn't love you, she's never loved you. She loves me. She only married you because I was poor and she was tired of waiting for me. And what's more, I love Daisy too."

Tom stopped growling, and turned to face Daisy. "Daisy, tell me the truth. Do you love this cat?"

Daisy paused, whimpered a little, and then nodded. "It's true, but I did love you once, Tom. Only, I loved Catsby too. Please let's get out!"

Tom was angrier than I had ever seen him, but he still maintained that calm, elitist visage. "You two start on home, Daisy, in Mr. Catsby's yellow car."

Daisy and Catsby drove off in a flurry of rage and sadness and passion, Daisy at the wheel, but they did not see who was crossing the road in front of them…

Myrtle raced into the street, thinking that it was Tom who was still driving the yellow car and that he would stop to say goodbye to her before she left. But Daisy could not stop in time and killed her.

"Oh my God! What are we going to do?" Daisy screamed.