The Parchment Papers: Notes Between Cat Lovers, Letter 3

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
6 March 2006

Darling,

As I watch you sleeping, lying there framed in the violet folds of the velvet beauty box, your saintly repose reflected in the gilt mirror on the old buffet, my heart swells with rapture. I had almost given up hope that you would join me here, and now the sound of your impetuous meow in the morning delights me unfathomably. It alarms me that I had--it is unthinkable now--almost forgotten the light turn of your paw when throwing tiny round voles in the air like so many walnuts. Do remember, my love, that they are inedible. Mousing is, of course, a barbaric custom, and--as you know--spring mousling, no matter how delicately prepared, simply does not suit my palate; yet the ferocity in your step as you track them through the Nandina bushes in the garden quite excites me.

All my love, Caesar