Cupid has nothing on Melon-- except perhaps a bow and arrows, but Melon's human discourages the use of weaponry around the house. The Rotund One volunteers to polish off any leftover candy, cookies or other tasty declarations of love you might want to send his way.
I don't really have a name, not yet. I was just cruising the neighborhood and found this neat house. After a major charm offensive, I got a bed on a porch and ten square meals a day. The lady is a real pushover. There's this big fat pillow-like animal who howls at me. We've tusseled a time or two. I don't think he's really a cat, but I didn't know marshmallows had claws. Whatever. I've learned if I come to one door and tease the Marshmallow into throwing himself at the glass, I get fed again at the other door.
The lady's saying something about getting me tutored, but I think I know enough already.
She's also talking about a Rebecca person to me. I don't know anyone by that name, but if she's as much of a easy touch as this woman, I'm ready to make her acquaintance.