HOLLY’S CAT LETTER
EPISODE 11—03/04/2024
🐱 Hi to all my admirers. I hope you’re all surviving this abominable Monday morning. So far it’s been a slow one for me. Ma is going to sadly abandon me later—she is going to do something called occupational therapy again. It’s supposed to help with the tendon and muscle damage to her thumb and hands. I hope she gets better soon because I don’t like those braces on her hands.
🐱 You know, I’m going to go on a tangent here. Now when I write I may dangle a participle here and there, get too wordy, and occasionally misuse lie and lay—but I am a smart cat. Feeding time is the topic here. When it comes to that time of day, I’m pretty quiet. I use the ole staredown treatment, which doesn’t work. But my brother Oliver on the other paw, just never learns. Yesterday morning I was in bed with Ma making biscuits and he squalled and yowled for at least 90 minutes. Some of that time he sounded like he was gargling air. Then he’d have the zoomies. Since I am the queen of this ship, I came very close to throwing him in the brig. He was hanging by my very last nerve. Ma was even chomping at the bit but she didn’t give in to him. I had to learn that we get fed when it’s time and so should he.
🐱 On another note, a couple houses down from us there was an estate sale—it went on all weekend. Cars were parked all up and down my street and strange humans were walking about everywhere. Having to continually patrol all my south territory did me in. The good news is that for once in his menial life, Oliver did his share of the workload. He was right there beside me—some of the time.
🐱 Hope you all have a cozy evening and eat a lot of yummy snacks. I’m not planning on doing one thing. More about me later…love, Holly
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