Good evening my dearest, most beloved Giuseppe,
Have I sent you the promise of my love and affection, my most beautiful dreams and my most precious daydreams this new year?
Oh my Giuseppe, it has been a busy time in my life. You know that Mama and I (and Mama’s love) are now living in the wonderful bright loft in our old limestone house. I have so much room to stroll and prance and dance. So many windows with wide ledges to jump up onto and to watch the sun both rise in the east and set in the west. The sunset is my favourite because I know that it is setting right over your house in Carnegie! If you watch the sunrise you will know that it rises out of the mighty river over my house in Kingston each morning. Our world is connected each day and each evening by the sunrise and sunset.
Now I must also address the fact that the little street ragamuffin has moved into our loft. We had only just arrived on Christmas Eve when Papa spied him and his friend Wiccan—Giuseppe, you remember Wiccan from the house beside Mama and my Yellow House on Markland Street—looking in my bedroom window. I must admit that Wiccan is a wise old warlock kitty and he has taken good care of his friend Pumpkinhead since Mama and I left that house on Markland Street. It was cold and the snow lay white and deep and the window was opened for Pumpkin to come in to warm up and have a decent meal.
Giuseppe, he looked as if he had not had a good bowl of salmon and turkey for quite some time. Papa took pity upon the little ragamuffin. Mama too. And I will admit to you, my love, that my heart ached for the plight of Mr. Pumpkinhead out there in the snow with only Wiccan to care for him.
Pumpkinhead has not left! He has moved in with us but I must assure you that I have no feelings beyond a reluctant respect for his ability to live out on the meanstreet Markland and purrrrrrrrrrrrrrhaps a little kind friendship for the skinny little guy. He is polite, as he always was in The Yellow House. He respects my privacy and never approaches me with overtures to play or nap. I occasionally roll a ball in his direction or bat one of my more worn mice towards his outreached paw.
Pumpkinhead never touches my red brocade bed and he has his own box and his own set of dinnerware. And most important of all, I have told him all about my American opera singer who is my one and only love. Pumpkin loves to hear all about you and aspires to be as suave and charming and, maybe, one day, a singer too. Of course, Papa is helping Mr. P work towards carrying a tune. Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhaps, but oh so much work to get there for the ragamuffin.
Giuseppe, please do not doubt my fidelity and love for you on account of the arrival of Pumpkinhead. I think you and your brothers might even like the skinny little guy if you met him. He is, like us, black and beautiful. He may even be a distant relative of you or me! And among we French Canadians, we say we are all cousins in any case. That is because we really are! Meoooooooooooooowhaha.
So, Mama has allowed me to send this message tonight but now she wants me to rest after my fine dinner of beef and chicken pate. She has put the big dishes out for her dinner with Papa. I think that if I sit and look pretty and blink my emerald eyes in just the right way, Papa will give both we kitties a special treat. Meeeeeeooooooooooooooooooow.
So Giuseppe, my love, look to the east as the sun rises in the sky tomorrow and you will know that I, your love, your Mlle. is sitting on my windowsill just where it has risen out of the river and into the sky.
I send purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrs and nuzzles to you in Carnegie.
Mlle Daisy Emerald Marguerite, xo.
(As translated by Mademoiselle’s mama.)
After we revived the sensitive and melodramatic Giuseppe with whiffs of catnip and hearty swats from his siblings, Giuseppe settled at the top of the stairs for a little talk with his Mama Mimi.
“Mama Mimi, I miss her so much, why can’t I go to Kingston and be with her?”
“My talented and handsome Giuseppe, we will prepare a special Valentine for your love.”
And we are very happy that little Pumpkin has finally found his place in the household he so longed to join—we always celebrate when a homeless kitty finds a home, especially a black kitty. He has been to the kitty doctor and been pronounced skinny but in good health. And we trust Mlle.’s affections!
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