Chère tante Annie,
I’m trying to see if I can learn a little French. (My salutation means Dear Aunt). Mum told me that she had four years of French lessons but she can’t speak a word of it. She just never got the hang of it. So I, at least, thought that I would try my paw at a few French phrases. (Mum helped. 😉 )
I am so excited to report to you that I had TWO successful hunts of flying critters on, of all days, July 4. Mum is so proud of me. She actually gave me more treats to celebrate my success. I’m just quivering with pride.
I did do some hunting last summer but I was still quite young. I hadn’t even reached my first birthday. I had no idea about how to hunt and I did have a lot of fun chasing after flying critters and getting my exercise in. Combined two enjoyable past-times. All of those hunts were a good experience for me and led me to these two hunts. They were the first hunts of this year. I am certain that by next summer I will be an exceptional hunter and can “bag my kills” quickly. And again, it’s great exercise that will help me keep my girlish figure.
On now to my new toy. We waited for such a long time for it to arrive and it broke within the first week. Mum was terribly upset. She tried to fix it but wasn’t having any luck. So she decided that she would throw it away. I was sad when she told me that but then she left it for a couple of days and tried once more. She was kind of successful with the repairs this time. The butterfly had come off the wire and she did what she called a “jury-rig or Rube-Goldberg” repair. It’s holding together for the time being. It will be good for me to use to practice my hunting techniques on and if I sit close enough to it, when it’s turned on, it slows down a bit and then I can experiment with catching the butterfly in different ways. I truly believe that the time I played with it before it broke, gave me the necessary experience that I put to good use in my two hunts on the 4th. So now I can practice even more with it until it falls apart, again. Mum said that she will definitely throw it out if and when it breaks again. Oh well, C’est la vie.
Mum had the front door open last night and a bird landed on the railing by the door and began to make all kinds of noise. Mum couldn’t hear herself think. She said the bird was a Sparrow. There was such a lot of noise coming from this bird that it even woke me up and so I got up to see what all the noise was about. Well, it took Mum quite a while before she came over to see just why that bird was making so much noise. That’s when she noticed what I had been keeping a keen eye on and drooling all over myself.
There was a baby bird that was sitting at the bottom of the stairs and was about two feet away from me. If only that screen door hadn’t been there, I would have had my first “real kill“. But of course, Mum doesn’t want me going outside. She says there are too many bad people out there and there are all sorts of dogs too. Some of those dogs are the ones that live upstairs. They belong to my Auntie Pat. Sometimes, when she comes to visit, she will bring one of them in to visit with me. I’m not too excited to have a dog in my house, but Chester is quite nice. He doesn’t get pushy, which is good. And she has, a few times, brought her biggest dog in to visit. That dog’s name is Hera and she’s what Mum said is a Great Dane. Now I’m no bigger than Hera’s head but she is afraid of me. I just have to laugh about that. A dog that size and she’s afraid of little ‘ol me!
Anyway, back to the birds. I tried a couple of times to get the screen door open and I think that was the main reason that made Mum come over to see what was going on. I was upset that I wasn’t strong enough to open that door. I REALLY wanted to catch the bird and this would have been the perfect way to start my actual hunting career.
Mum went outside to see if she could catch the baby and put him on the grass so that his mom could convince him to fly away from there, but Mum wasn’t able to catch him. Then Auntie Pat came to see about all the noise too, and she was able, finally, to catch the baby by his wing. She lifted him over to the grass and then she had to shoo her dogs away from him. She didn’t want the dogs to hurt the baby. And now the momma bird was quieter. So after all that, Mum was extremely happy that she could hear herself think and also hear the television show that she was trying to watch.
Finally, I mentioned in my last letter about the dog that left such a scathing comment on my first letter to you. Well, after he read my second letter he left a comment and was very gracious. He apologized for laughing at me. I replied to his comment and asked him if we might become friends. I haven’t heard back from him yet, but I’m hoping that he will read this letter and then go and read my reply to his apology. I’d really like to have a ‘long-distance’ friendship with a dog. It might be nice.
I think that I will close out this letter Chere Auntie. I do hope that it finds you in good health and I send all my love to you and my favorite cousin Jason.
Affectueusement yours, (Affectionately)