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Thursday, February 29, 2024

HOLLY’S CAT LETTER, EPISODE 8—02/29/2024

 HOLLY’S CAT LETTER

Episode 8—02/29/2024

🐱 Hi to all my admirers. It’s Leap Year so an extra day to cuddle!! It’s going to be a good day—I just feel it in my furry paws. Hope you all made it through hump day without experiencing any stumbling blocks. We’re well on our way to the weekend. 

🐱 I just know you all are losing sleep and wondering how I’m doing. Whatever was going on with me the last couple days seems to be better now. When Ma and Pa finally got home from abandoning me for a few hours yesterday, I got right up on Ma’s lap. Good thing they were home at 5 sharp since that is feeding time. A few minutes past that both my brother Oliver and I would have been panicky. Since I wasn’t up to par for a few days, I devoured my supper like a piglet. 

🐱 I heard Pa telling Ma that he thinks my problem may have been the essential oils in Dr. Teal’s Epsom Salt bothering me. It does make sense since I don’t like strong scents. I wouldn’t even go near Ma—she didn’t smell like Ma. The vile scent permeated through the entire house and I had nowhere to hide. Ma made the wise decision from now on to use the unscented version to soak her hands in. I’m glad I made my point perfectly clear! 

🐱 Last evening Ma was over the moon with glee since I spent the evening on her lap. When she went to bed she called my name to join her. I waited the obligatory waiting period for cats before I made my imperial appearance—for me that period is 5-10 minutes. I sprang up on the bed and immediately took my position, cuddling up real close to Ma—all night long. It was heavenly to be back to my normal and receiving all the desires of my heart—cuddles and kisses. Joyful bliss! 

🐱 I think I shall spend my afternoon getting caught up on patrolling the house. I know slacker boy Oliver didn’t perform his duties properly the last couple days. Any way, it’s Thursday—so order an extra-large pepperoni pizza and a liter of Coke for supper. Maybe for dessert a dollop or two of butter pecan ice cream. More about me later…love, Holly





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