Hello, my friend… I’m so very sorry that it’s been so long since I last wrote to you. I had been thinking, recently, about writing you another letter and when I looked back at the last post to you, well, I just couldn’t believe that it had been since April. Boy oh boy, does time ever fly when you’re not thinking about it.
Been meaning to ask you about your human’s wedding and how things are going now with “the fluff”? Have things improved? Or have they gotten worse? I can only hope that there has been an improvement. I can’t even begin to imagine how it must be with that little ‘twerp’ running around the house, bothering you.
Was the wedding nice? I do hope so, as I’ve often thought of getting married in June, but I am still too young to even contemplate that at this time. And besides, I’m not really sure that I’d like to get married, now that I’ve had some experiences with the “boy from next door, George”.
Mum always opens the kitchen window for me during the summer months so that I can get out and enjoy some fresh air and sunshine. She even purchased some fake grass to put down outside the window so that I don’t have to lie in the dust. (I wasn’t quite sure about it at first. It really tickled my toes and I didn’t like the feeling, but after a while, I decided to just start walking on the stuff and eventually I got used to it. As a matter of fact, Mum popped her head out the window one night and caught me laying on the grass, so now I’ve been busted and there’s absolutely NO EXCUSE to not go out there.)
At any rate, the boy next door had taken to visiting my little patio at night but got a bit lippy and I didn’t like what he was saying so we started fighting. Thank goodness that there is a fence around my patio and George couldn’t get in, because I’m sure I would have torn him limb from limb, had I been able to get my paws on him. Now, every time he’s come over and we get to fighting, there’s a lot of noise going on and Mum has been able to fly to the window (didn’t know humans could fly) and she finally got George good one night, and me too. She has a spray bottle that she used to use on me when I was trying to sharpen my nails on her favorite chair, but after she got me a proper scratch pad, I don’t bother with the chair anymore and Mum is very pleased about that.
So anyway, this one particular night, we’re fighting, and she’s flying, and she just happened to have that spray bottle in her hand. Scared the crap out of both of us when she popped her head out the window, then her arm came out and attached to the end of it was that bottle. She let loose on George and soaked him good before he could make his escape, then she turned to me, smiled and soaked me too. Said I needed to learn a lesson about fighting and to try to be nice to others. So now I REALLY hate George, because Mum’s gotten both of us a couple more times since that night and I can’t fight with him anymore, without expecting a soaking. So George has now taken himself off and hasn’t been heard of since, but it’s only a matter of time before he returns. (He even tried digging under the fence to get on to my patio but my Auntie Pat got him good and had some cement laid down in that hole and now he can’t dig there anymore, haha.)
On a happier note, I celebrated my third birthday on November 2nd. Nothing really exciting. In fact, I didn’t even get a birthday present, but Mum has assured me that there is something coming, she’s just not sure when it will arrive. I’ll let you know what I get if you’re interested when I write next time.
Until then, enjoy life, and have fun messin’ with “the fluff’.
All my best,
Your friend, Luna