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 ]