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,
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