My dearest lady Mlle. Daisy Emerald Marguerite,
I must sadly report that I will not gaze into your most emerald eyes nor share the purple fancies in your red brocade bed to celebrate this holiday of love. I tried my best once again, and even that was not good enough to make my way to your side.
Our human thought Mr. Sunshine has been innocently reading the weather map like the geek that he is while he was actually planning out our route to find your lovely home, now so much closer than when you lived in That Bad Place or even in Kingston. Really, Mr. Sunshine pointed out that in Hamilton you are directly above us in Pittsburgh and all we’d have to do is make it to those trees at the top of the hill, we should even be able to see you if we looked hard enough. It would take no time at all to get to you, especially seeing that big open space that is just below you where there is nothing in the way.
I have been beside myself singing at the window and afraid I’d give our plans away but Mama Bernadette thought I was “cute” and so it was safe. We even had plans to bring the little ninja so we could give Smokie some life experience before he goes off to his forever home. We could fit all of us boys in the Escape, and that’s why they call it that, right? To escape in?
But once again, we had no thumbs to open the door. We had to stay home.
Please my most precious flower of the day, look out your window on the balcony and look to the south. You will see a soft red glow on the horizon and you will know it is my heart aflame for you.
You have my heart forever, my most constant love, as you have since that amazing day in June four years ago when you pledged your devotion to me.
Until we may be together,
All my love,
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Following is the report of the boys’ escapade to make a run for Kingston, ON in 2013…
My most beautiful, loving, precious Mlle., my morning flower Miss Daisy, my emerald-eyed goddess, I did my best to run to your defense at that impudent punk from Toronto who was harassing you, and then to present myself at your door in Kingston since my hopeless human neglected to collect and send all my most generous Valentine gifts to you, but, alas, I was prevented from following through with my most fond desire, to see you in the fur, and to see your eyes glow with happy surprise when you saw me.
My devoted brother Mr. Sunshine offered to go with me, and we were all prepared to run down to Mama Bernadette’s car and drive to Toronto and from there to Kingston—it can’t be far! It’s just a little bit of space on the computer screen! You just go uphill! Mama Bernadette was upstairs working and we knew it had something to do with the sparkly toys that hang by the door that she takes off the hook when she leaves, but…I am so embarassed…we could not get the door to open. We could not even get outside.
But clever Mr. Sunshine figured out how to turn on the little kitty-sized computer—he is ever so clever and handy to have around, even though when I get all upset about something or begin talking about you he just gives me a smart swat about the ears, which I don’t appreciate in the moment, but realize later it was for the best. Still you would like him, he is so confident where I worry about so much, such as keeping myself in your heart and in your thoughts when I can’t even get out the door.
Ma cher amio—I learned that from a song this week when we were having the jumbalaya and crawfish pie and you know how I like to sing—it was just not meant to be today. But someday soon I will appear at your door and, while I hope I will be able to contain my emotions, I so desire to wrap my arms about you and lick your cheeks and forehead, and tickle your nose with my whiskers.
Until the next time, my beautiful and delicate flower, please know how I adore you, and one of these days this frustrating human will have a recording of my “Song for Mademoiselle”, if she ever remembers to turn on her little thingy when I might be in the mood to sing.
All my love,
Read about Mlle. Daisy Emerald and the long-distance affaire between the mature French-Canadian feline lady and the young American opera star.
They so enjoy writing florid Victorian-style letters to each other, sometimes the poets, sometimes the artists, sometimes the bonneted Mlle. Daisy Emerald and the beplumed Giusepper Verdi in their Revolutionary roles.
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