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Wednesday, April 17, 2024

HOLLY’S CAT LETTER, EPISODE 43–04/17/2024

HOLLY’S CAT LETTER

EPISODE 43–04/17/2024

🐱 Hi to all my admirers. I hope this finds you enjoying your morning and chowing down on waffles and crispy bacon. Yesterday I was pretty lethargic so I’m behind a bit with my writings. Plus I’ve been lavishing cuddles and kisses on Ma, both of which I truly enjoy. 

🐱 Ma was up and at ‘em and fixing that vile brown water to drink at 8:30 a.m. She told me it has caffeine in it which helps her focus. Maybe that’s what Oliver needs. He needs something. He must have ADHD like Ma. She also puts a big splash of something called coconut water in her drinking water. I best not catch her pouring that vile crap into our water bowl. Such putridity!

🐱 Both Ma and Pa were outside most of the weekend enjoying the lovely sunny weather. Ma’s sister Karla and brother-in-law David came over to visit Sunday afternoon and then on Monday they all went out to eat together. My slacker brother Oliver and I enjoyed bountiful warm sunbeams and cat napping all weekend long. 

🐱 When Ma is outside I really miss her, but it helps that I can watch her when she’s on the swing through the French doors. I feel pangs of jealousy when Ma is out there but I have no reason to be that way—I never see her holding any other kitties. So I keep a watchful eye on her, and patrol for vile beasts so she’ll stay out of harm’s way. It’s a wild world out there. 

🐱 Oliver was a brat again yesterday. For a solid 90 minutes he was squalling and yowling up a storm wanting fed. I know he thought he was starving, but I know he wasn’t. He did that very trick awhile back, thinking he’d get fed early. Ma and I were trying to rest in bed and he was being relentlessly brutal! And one of Ma’s toxic traits is telling Oliver he’s a good boy even when he’s been an absolute menace to society all day long! What an outrage!

🐱 Pa had our car parked in the driveway last Sunday afternoon. I was watching Stumpy, our resident squirrel with the stump of a tail, as he kept going under the car and then up inside it. This is probably how he became a stumpy. He finally scampered out. This concerns Ma because she really likes Stumpy a lot. 

🐱 I swear everyone in the neighborhood mowed their grass last Sunday except Pa. I think some neighborhood committee should come to order and vote, making it mandatory that every resident mow simultaneously. It sure would cut down—ha ha I made a pun—on noise pollution. Also every loud vehicle should leave their residence at the same time and return at the same time. I should be elected queen of the city council—I’d make all kinds of new ordinances. I’m just like Ma, and like my peace and quiet. 

🐱 I wish you all a nice day. It’s supposed to be a windy one here so gird your loins before you venture out. More about me later…love, Holly




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