Summer is cat. Summer is best cat. Fee fi fo fum, come come Sum-Sum: Summer approaches. Fiddy-Fatty Kitty-Katty: Summer is not ammused. We are not taking any questions at this time. Summer meows. Summer pats the humans face with her paw. Summer is hungry. Cats are crepuscular. Summer is small yet fierce. Summer is lady of this household. We are all here to serve Summer.
Probably leave. Summer is fiercly private. If Summer accepts you, there is no greater honor. Summer is a benevolent tyrant. Do not be golf ball sized, as that is the size of those which Summer chases. Do not ask questions for it is not your place to do so. Summer is still hungry and grows tired of this mockery.
After years of careful observation, Summer remains enigmatic and unpredicable. It is the way of the cat. Summer's hunger turns to bloodthirst. Summer pats the human's head again, but this time with claws. My time here may be short. Feeding time remains an hour away. There is nothing I can do. Summer sings the song of her people. May Summer have mercy on us all.