I see now why they call you "Peanut." And you are a survivor, thanks to the good hearts of your caretakers. Now, here I am, writing to you just like you would actually read and understand. Wait! I hear a "meow" at my office door. I get up. I open the door. A black cat strolls in. I speak to him just as if he would understand. The fact is, he does, though he may not know the literal meaning of the words. He understands. And so, too, I suspect, do you, Peanut, the beautiful Chicago cat who resides with Tubby.