Holly’s Cat Letter, Episode 2

 HOLLY’S CAT LETTER

EPISODE 2—02/23/2024

🐱Hi to all my admirers on the internet. It’s a lovely sunny morning so after I finish here I’ll need to crash in a sunbeam for the remainder of my day. Even though I’m a highly intelligent cat, I try to avoid thinking at all costs since it is beneath me. 

🐱Since these cat letters are all about me, I decided to tell you a bit of my history. In December of 2010 I was living in a small dark cell at some shelter with two of my siblings. Since I was just a wee girl, I don’t recall how long I had lived there, or how I came about getting there. I admit I was thankful to be safely inside away from all the vile beasts out in the wild. 

🐱The humans there treated me ok but someone had the audacity to call me the ghastly name of Pasha. My siblings were given the more pleasing names of Sasha and Tasha. Many people came by to visit just to see me, but no one wanted me. I don’t know why. Couldn’t they see my beauty and intellect? I tried to not let it bother me. After all, I was a tortie and full of tortitude. Sasha and Tasha were rescued and I was left all alone. I was sad over being abandoned and spent my long days sleeping at the very back of this cell. 

🐱Then lo and behold—on December 22nd this lady came in with one of the other humans who had been taking care of me. The lady was telling the human how she had just lost her 21 year old cat on the 10th and was needing a kitty to make her house a home again. The lady looked around and was wanting a calico kitty but lucky for me, none were available.

🐱As usual I was very bored and sleeping in the back of my cell. After all I was only four months old and I needed to have a real home to play in, and to be loved. The other human opened my cell door and reached in and pulled me out. Since I was always getting my hopes up, I tried to compose myself. The human handed me to this lady and right away I knew I liked her. I licked her nose. I knew that would instantly win her over. And it did. I knew I had finally found my loving furever home. So here I am 13 years later. I am happy and loved, even though there’s my brother Oliver by another Mother to contend with. 

🐱I hear a sunbeam calling my name—I’m glad it’s no longer Pasha. More about me later.  Until next time…love, Holly