Ooooliiiveeeer -- are u on line?

[AmberLee]

My furry delight,

I know you are more constant than the stars (although a smitzy dab too interested in Siamese glamour girls, ahem) so I feared your typing paws got hurty thinking up one of your fabulous love letters or poem. So glad that you are back on line and not hurtied in your precious paws.

Mommy is blocked from her e-mail for now and having a little troubles getting online. Those jealous electrons may be attempting to sever us, but our hearts are intertwined and dance among the stars when we nap.

Speaking of which, I'm going to nap right now and perhaps meets you in the stars. As gorgeous as we are, a bit more of beauty sleep never hurts.

You is loved, you fuzzy delight.

[AmberLee]

My precious Romeo,

Did you ever think about how a plush window seat is sort of a balcony in reverse? I was meditating on this early this morning and decided to practice the balcony scene in anticipation of our being together someday.

"Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo, my darling fluffy fur-gallant." (Mommy is not an artiste, she doesn't think much of my interpretation, of throwing oneself into a role, or loud rehersals at three in the morning.) I adore you from the tip of your precious nose to the end of your fluffy tail, but I right now need to retreat under the bed to recouperate after Mommy's rude interruption. Bear with me, my darling and delight, while I refresh my shattered nerves with a sustained pout.

I told a robin outside my window yesterday how wonderful you were. You would have blushed at the praise.

Happy holidays, my treasure.

[ December 21, 2001: Message edited by: AmberLee ]

[AmberLee]

Hope your Christmas celebrations were marvelous, darling furry delight.

Mommy wouldn't turn on the computer for me so I couldn't write my heart-throb and tell him how much he was missed. There was lots and lots and lots of humans around and some were a lot closer to my size than Mom's. They had high-pitched voices and grabby fingers and I retreated under the bed. I'll be glad when this madness is over. (But the ice cream snackies were good.)

Hope you have survived the holidays with fur and valor intact my precious. I tried to be brave, so sorry that little grabby fingers are my breaking point.

[tatsxxx11]

Livvy, my precious, purrrring bundle of flowing fur, how I've missed you! My days have been long and my nights have been lonely with only the memory of your last words to comfort me. (And a little tuna) Like you, these human holidays have sent me running in retreat to my window perch to ponder your lovliness. I do love the humans, but how can a lovesick furfool find some solace and a quiet place to lick his love wounds with such commotion going on?? As you say, especially annoying were the creeping, crawling humans who like to tug at the very symbol of my manliness, my tail!! I did manage to retain my composure and regain my dignity with plummage intact. Later I entertained the human gathering by climbing to the very tippy-top of the tree. Mommy brought me back to earth before I could claim it as my own. I was immediately and quite unceremoniously dismissed from the festivities. No matter, more time to practice my balcony scene. Livvy, your Jeweliette knows no rival. Woe for the day I may kneel before my Jeweliette on bended paw to profess my never ending love. Yes my beloved, sharing a furry window perch for two with my beloved is more than I might dare ever hope for. Until then, I will practice, practice, practice. Livvy, did the humans shower you with treats and treasures my vixen?? I have stashed away much of my Christmas booty to keep safe until the day when, together, we might share some dried shrimp treats and a bowl of "kitty" milk. And Livvy, my bestest treasure gift was a crystal kitty angel to hang on the tree. We named her Olivia. Mommy says that it is a special way for me to remember you at Christmas time. Lovely thought. But no need...I told her that your beauty is forever emblazoned upon my heart with a fiery torch that shall never be extinquished. Ahhhhhhh, my sweet. Mealtime beckons me as the mere mention of your name leaves me ravenous for you my Jeweliette. May the night blanket you in warmth and safety until your sweet musings once again dance before my eyes. Nite, nite my princess, my love, my Jeweliette. Gentle neck bites, ear nibbies and love licks to you my sparkling gem. Love, your Knight in furry armor, Romeo de Olivier

[ January 06, 2002: Message edited by: tatsxxx11 ]

[ January 07, 2002: Message edited by: tatsxxx11 ]

[AmberLee]

Oh Oliver,

My Romeo! Your eloquence makes my heart flutter! I feel swoony, my love wonder. I am thrilled to hear from you and to also hear that your heart still remembers your loving Jeweliette.

You got a crystal cat angel on your sparkle tree to remember me by? Oooh! You is sweeping me offa all four paws again you sweet knight in furry armor! I need to go tell Mommy to get me a crystal angel we can call Oliver, the Wonder Love-bug, the Romeo of fur-dom, my four-pawed hunka-hunk a-burnin-wuv!!!

I knew you were remarkable, but did not dream how atheletic and filled with daring-do you were. All the way to the tippy-top of the sparkly tree. Wow, what a guy! My furry delight and hero! We visited a house with a sparkly tree, but Mommy didn't trust us with one. I think she knows us too good.

Olivia, your own...

P.S. I got lots of treats from Santa Claws that I am saving to treasure with you, my love wonder, but my brother keeps finding them. Do you mind if our crinkle balls that we will bat together are slightly tooth marked? I dream of you, my wonderboy! My Pouncies are Ocean Fish flavored. YUM! Won't we have fun? You are loved from the tippy of your precious nose to the endmost fluff on your manly tail. Purr-roorrarr! You is my treasured Cat!

[ January 07, 2002: Message edited by: AmberLee ]

[AmberLee]

Dear Oliver!

Ooooohhh, swoonies! Mommy gave me your message that you WUV me and if we were not separated by a continent (and cruel fate) I could licky the yogurt off of your whiskers. My little heart is going pitty-pat so hard I just betcha you can hear it.

I am told you were a NAUGHTY cat (so hope it had nothing to do with slinky Siamese sirens) and are in durence (sp?) vile. Hope you are freed soon so that we can both dream of one another as we drowze atop window-sills, sighing love croons across a nation.

I am keeping my health up tolerably (although I miss you dreadfully). Kibble, water, dreams of thou. Also getting lots of exercise recently. Mommy's got a weird torture device called a cat's toothbrush and she actually gets halfway under the bed before she gives up chasing me with it.

I WUV you, too, my hunka hunka burnin furball.

[AmberLee]

My handsome, fluffy love,

Are you off pro-ba-tion yet? I hear you have been a nawty kitty, but I'm sure your heart is pure and mine. I had something important to say to you. I'll whisper it to a birdie: hope you hear it soon.

Your faithful, furry Jewel-iette!
Livvy