My most beautiful and precious Mademoiselle,
It has been two years since you declared your love for me,
and I, young fool that I was, had no idea what love was when you saw this photo and your mama sent a magic message:
“Miss Daisy is smitten!”
Those simple words changed my life.
Through three moves and several other feline interlopers, our love has never wavered.
I will sing to the stars tonight, and now my voice will always reach you.
I long to hear news of your new home.
Nuzzles and Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrs, my flower.
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My dearest Giuseppe,
How I have pined for you these 7 days in Verona!
But now, great joy fills my feline heart. Mama has agreed to send a little message full of love and longing to my special and precious Giuseppe so far away in Carnegie, a town in a place called Pennsylvania.
I am now living in a tiny village, beside a very big lake. Oh Giuseppe, it is so quiet and so easy to sleep in my new home. I awake in the morning to the sound of birdsong (though I wish it was to a song sung my my American opera star rather than the song of the hoardes of birds in the trees that hide our little home from the passing villagers. (It is a pretty place, and Mama and I and Theophile arrived to find our front porch full of beautiful baskets of flowers in shades of pink and mauve and purple, all set out for our arrival by Papa!)
But I must say goodnight to you now dearest Giuseppe. I so love you! Is that too forward for a country cat to tell her town mancat? I just feel that I must tell you of my deep love for you, and how I have spent so many hours these past seven days worrying that my Giuseppe remembers his Mlle and that he is happy with his Mama Bernadette and Mama Mimi and Mewsette and his fine brothers in Carnegie.
I will send more news of my new home…. hummingbirds and robin nest on the balcony outside Mama and Papa’s bedroom. And I have heard those odd creatures called loons late in the night, singing out on the lake. It is a beautiful sound, but I would rather hear your fine voice singing to me on the wind in the warm summer night air. Truly I would.
I will say goodnight. I will dream of you now, curled up in my red brocade bed. Please dream of me tonight and if you are able, send a bit of song to me through the night all the way to Fair Verona.
With love and nuzzles and nibbles,
Mlle Daisy Emerald of The Village of Verona in Frontenac County. xoxoxo
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