O Sweetest of Fluffballs, Rupert! Everything I have read about you today makes me wish that I had a Rupert of my very own. This Rupert could sleep in bed with us and pounce our feet, even bring home lambchops if it pleases him--but I fear I cannot promise not to kiss him. I have a great weakness for kissing cats of all descriptions, and I am very careful not to make loud smacking noises that would hurt their ears. Actually, I kiss animals of every kind, horses, dogs, even a pig once, but he was a very sweet pig.

Rupert, I wish you great joy and happiness and a very long and healthy life.