HOLLY’S CAT LETTER, EPISODE 54–05/05/2024

HOLLY’S CAT LETTER

EPISODE 54–05/05/2024

🐱 Hi to all my admirers. It’s another pretty day in my neighborhood. The sun is shining which means glorious sunbeams to bask in—the birds are singing and bees are buzzing. 

🐱 Ma and Pa watched some series on TV Friday night and the characters were eating a lot of Italian food. Now Ma loves Italian food. The rest of the evening she was singing “That’s Amore” and saying words like buonissimo this and buonissimo that, spaghetti, cacciatore, and scallopini, but she was especially salivating over the word tortellini. I had no idea what Ma was excitedly talking about. I always eat the same boring thing—ocean fish—and it’s far from buonissimo and it’s not Italian. I don’t care what Ma eats, just so I don’t wake up with a vile horse head beside me in bed. 

🐱 So Saturday comes and Ma was still salivating about that word tortellini. She told Pa she’d like that for supper, smothered in marinara sauce and topped with melted mozzarella cheese. Pa told Ma that there was a bag in the freezer but warned her it was not gluten-free. Ma replied she was so hungry for it she’d take the chance. After gorging herself, I heard Ma tell Pa that it was absolutely and pawsitively delizioso! Famous last words. Poor Ma has been sick ever since and has been pretty much laid up in bed. I think she may have learned her lesson and won’t ever take a chance and eat gluten again, no matter how good something sounds. It’s been good news for me since I’ve been cuddling with her all day! 

🐱 I did a bit of patrolling this morning and I didn’t see any vile beasts lurking around. Sometime Friday night or early Saturday morning some unknown beast tore into Ma’s hanging fuchsia basket. This upset both Ma and Pa. Slacker boy Oliver was supposed to be on patrol duty but obviously he was off slacking again. Whatever it was destroyed a lot of the plant. Pa managed to salvage enough of it that it should hopefully come back. He added more potting soil and put some blood meal on it to ward off the vile creature. 

🐱 Ma saw her first hummingbird this morning. For a life of me I don’t understand why she gets so excited over a tiny buzzing bird. Humans are so strange. So this means Ma and Pa will be dragging more flowers home from the nursery after her Tuesday’s doctor appointment. They buy three specific flowers at this particular nursery that hummingbirds are attracted to. She wanted to go last Friday but just wasn’t up to it. 

🐱 I hope you all enjoy your Sunday evening. Ma and I are going to lounge around and rest. I’m still not up to snuff either. More about me later…love, Holly