Dear Oliver!

Ooooohhh, swoonies! Mommy gave me your message that you WUV me and if we were not separated by a continent (and cruel fate) I could licky the yogurt off of your whiskers. My little heart is going pitty-pat so hard I just betcha you can hear it.

I am told you were a NAUGHTY cat (so hope it had nothing to do with slinky Siamese sirens) and are in durence (sp?) vile. Hope you are freed soon so that we can both dream of one another as we drowze atop window-sills, sighing love croons across a nation.

I am keeping my health up tolerably (although I miss you dreadfully). Kibble, water, dreams of thou. Also getting lots of exercise recently. Mommy's got a weird torture device called a cat's toothbrush and she actually gets halfway under the bed before she gives up chasing me with it.

I WUV you, too, my hunka hunka burnin furball.