HOLLY’S CAT LETTER, EPISODE 46–04/21/2024

HOLLY’S CAT LETTER

EPISODE 46–04/21/2024

🐱 Hi to all my admirers. I hope you’re all enjoying this pretty sunny day. Ma is chomping at the bit to get outside but it’s a bit nippy so she’s hoping she can sometime this week. Of course, I much prefer her being in the house with me but I try hard to understand her basic need of wanting to be out in the great wild outdoors. I’m purrfectly content being inside and safe from all those vile beasts! 

🐱 I overheard Pa telling Ma that it’s about time to set out the oriole feeders. I don’t understand why they get all excited over an orange and black bird. Sometimes I look at humans and wonder—how did they fit all that stupid in one head? 

🐱 My day started with a full-house inspection for vile beasts. I didn’t see too much out of order other than some dust bunnies conferring under the dining room table. I don’t normally do my patrolling all at once but I was feeling pretty darn good since I just finished my three day cocktail. Thankfully I’m back to eating like a piglet! I hope it lasts since I don’t want to see Ma getting out that wretched cat carrier to drag me to Dr. Shawn. 

🐱 Late yesterday afternoon Ma was whining to Pa about the need to cover up a few of the outside tender plants since there was a freeze advisory. He didn’t think it was going to get cold enough to worry about, but he obliged. Good thing he listened because he would have continued to hear Ma whine. And lo and behold—early this morning I saw a few birds ice skating on the bird bath! I kept watching to see if one of the birds would fall through and flounder around. I’m obviously pretty bored. 

🐱 Pa was doing something or other in the house and strained his back a couple days ago so he’s been taking it easy. Ma suggested he take Epsom salt baths and he’s in the tub now soaking and splashing around. Ma would love to soak in the tub but can’t get down and back up any more—Pa always offers to help her. That would be a sight. She keeps telling him she’s not going to be responsible for him getting any kind of bodily injury! It’d take a fork lift to get her out of the tub any way. Seeing all that drama would traumatize me and Oliver for the rest of our lives! 

🐱 I wish you all a lovely evening filled with movies galore and dozens of sugar cookies and chocolate milk shakes. More about me later…love, Holly