I heard them come in this morning. They weren't light on their feet. The woman came looking for me, right away. Said her name is Nancy. Tried to sugar-talk me off my warm perch in the laundry, but I was having nothing to do with her. Nope. I'm just going to sit here all day and let her stew about how she can become my friend. I've got teach her it's going to take a lot more than just sweet talk to get me to come down. Hmmmm. Maybe she'll try treats next? Purrrrrrrrr.
I miss you already.
Aloof love, (the only kind a cat can have)
Zeeba.
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