Dear Boris, what a most handsome boy you are. Your coat looks so sleek and soft, and your face, with those mesmerizing eyes, is adorable.
You decided you wanted to be a country cat instead of a city boy, so here you are.
You run up trees, eat the deer feed, and you try to catch the chickens instead of mice. When it is cold, you get to wear your sweater.
And when you are not out and about, you are very affectionate, and you enjoy bellyrubs.
Boris, aka Great White (to the chickens), you are a wonderful kitty, and I wish you, Stud, all the farm critters and your family a great day full of celebration, and many more happy and healthy years together.