From the Correspondence of Lady Farah Guinivere von Einstein Katz and Caesar Lancelot Sellars vander Cloar Cat, Esquire. Translated from the Meowish.
Morning at Jones Farm
28 February 2006
Darling,
I've looked back at my diary this morning. It's a great blur of paw prints, blackberry ink, and tears, from the time of your arrival on Christmas Day--which "made it Christmas for me," as they say--until Valentine's Day, when I had regained my senses enough to find those tiny white winter roses for you beneath the undergrowth in the garden. I feel ten years younger just having you with me. I suppose that's half a lifetime.
Caesar
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