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Saturday, April 6, 2024

HOLLY’S CAT LETTER, EPISODE 36–04/06/2024

HOLLY’S CAT LETTER

EPISODE 36–04/06/2024

🐱 Hi to all my admirers. I hope this lovely spring day finds you hanging out laundry in the glorious sunshine. 

🐱 It has been a quiet Caturday—other than having to deal with vile lawnmowers. Pa is in the garage removing the snow blower off the Cub Cadet. I hope he’s not being premature since it’s been known to snow in these parts in April, but the grass does need mowed. All kinds of vile critters can take up residence in the grass. I certainly don’t want Ma and Pa dragging those suckers into my domain!

🐱 The house a few doors down from us sold—the one that had the huge estate sale a couple weeks ago. The new humans had a humongous tree cut down from the front yard. The noise has been so revolting the last several days and it would wake Ma up since they’d start working at an uncivilized hour. The chain saws and the shrill beep beep beeps! Thankfully they finished that nuisance this morning. 

🐱 Oliver and I have been dutifully patrolling the house—yes, you read that right. Oliver. He’s been brown nosing me all day and trying to get on my good side. All he accomplishes is getting on my last nerve. One never knows what slacker boy is up to. I guarantee you it’s not anything good. 

🐱 Nothing too exciting is going on outside. I saw Stumpy our resident squirrel scampering around. He loves to frolic in our maple trees. Chuckles our woodpecker has finally cooled his jets. Perhaps his mate finally showed up after going AWOL. All the vile beasts are out in the woods doing what they do best in the springtime. It was so boring I could barely keep my eyes open, so I dozed off in a warm sunbeam. 

🐱The last couple days Oliver has attempted to pick a fight with me but I’d used my cunning skills to thwart his plan. He’d go at me and I’d raise my paw and he’d try to nip it, but every time I was lightning fast and he’d end up nipping at the air. What a funny sight! You’d think he’d learn he can’t outsmart me. I’m the queen of this ship. 

🐱 Now Pa is out making a racket with that vile lawnmower and mowing the grass! Contemptible!

🐱 I hope you all have a nice evening. Pa is going to watch that orange bouncing ball again. Ma will probably sorta kinda watch and play one of her online games. All I care about is getting some cuddles and kisses! Don’t eat too much salted caramel ice cream! More about me later…love, Holly




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