What big feet you have my precious, patient pussycat of love! But good taste in foot wear. Black shoes are by far the more effective with your coloring.

My darling… I have had a traumatic week. As you know I decided to give up my dream of a career as a show kitty after seeing all those svelte, groomed sissies. (Oh, I know that is probably just jealousy talking!) Anyway, my next career move – Easter bunny – was derailed by the objections of the International Association of Rabbits and Hares (AFL-CIO.) A grievance was filed by the union steward, Bunny, and was signed by the Kids and Ms. Sophie on behalf of bunnies everywhere! Truthfully, that career wasn’t “really me.” I was just doing it to please my momma. So I am at a loss for a career direction. Perhaps a rest will help me think clearly.

But I have you….my snowball of love! Who needs a career when I have my Marius…my alabaster prince of poetry! Since we both seem to be fond of the dreams that come during a good hard nap – let’s let our dream mingle – somewhere over the Continental Divide and we can dance in the Easter flowers cascading down the mountain (careful with those big feet of yours!)

Give you momma a birthday kiss for me (and one for you!) I would like to attach a photo of me for you to dream over but my momma hasn’t figured out this attachment thingy. (I am however, expanding my vocabulary greatly as a result of her efforts.)

Happy Easter my poetic pearl!