Dear Jenny,

Baby, your cousins just want to play with you. They're never actually hurt you. Bob you on the head, maybe, but they're not like threatening your life or anything. I just wish you could stop being so afraid of them and maybe even learn to play with another kitty for once in your life. I blame myself for adopting you without your sister all those years ago. I'm so sorry, baby. I just wish you could lighten up and have some friends.

Love, Mom

Dear Buddy,

Please stop knocking things off of my desk. Especially if you're aiming for the trash can next to the desk, I don't like having to take things out of it. And no, you can NOT eat and/or claw the spider plant simply because you're on the desk with it. What did that plant and everything you knock down ever do to you?

Love,
Your Mommy

Dear Kravitz:


Thank you for nursing me through my very first hangover. I was cold, felt sick as hell and had a headache, but just lying in bed with you while you purred and curled against my stomach really helped. I feel a little better now; not up to par, but better, and I should be okay by tomorrow. You really are my fuzzical therapist.


Love and hugs,
= me.


(PS: And a special thank you to scarybaldguy for coming up with the phrase "fuzzical therapist.")

...my dearest puskapova.  The carrier is not some evil chamber of tortures so stop being such a drama queen. Yes, I stuffed you in it yesterday because I needed both doors open while loading boxes into the van. The pathetique of your meows was Academy Award-winning. You were in it for less than 15 minutes, and then I let you back out. Such dirty looks from a normally very pretty kitty girl. And honestly, hours later you didn't have to freeze in terror when you eye-spied it again on the chaise. It was there ALL AFTER NOON!! How many times did you walk past it while I wasn't there? Hmmm?

You screwball.

And...yes, it's going to happen a few more times. Maybe by then you'll figure out what I'm doing. But oh, just wait until we move. I so hope you like our new digs. And no peeing on the carpet in the new house. Peezie is for boxies only. I know, you've been a very good girl as of late, but it just needed to be said.

Dear Kravitz:


I know, I know. You get so hungry you obsess over it. I do too. Being on this diet is not helping. But pal, you were NOT at a healthy weight. Now you're thirteen pounds, and that's so much better for you. I'd like to keep you at that weight. So please don't bug me too much about wanting more food.

I would feed you more if I could. I would. But you are not starving (trust me, you are so not starving; there's still some good padding on those ribs), and this's for your health, like this diet is for mine. So I guess if we have to be hungry, at least we're hungry together.



Love and hugs to my fuzzical therapist,
= me.

Dear Mollywog,

You were my miracle kitty. I had such bad allergies growing up, I was sure I'd never have a cat to share my life. I was almost 30 by the time I outgrew them at last, and you came into my life. I'd been planning on getting a kitten when I went to the shelter that day, but who could resist you? Whenever you meet a new person, you greet them right away with headbutts and purrs. You give wonderful snuggles and nice firm kneading - you're the only cat I know who gives backrubs!

We've been through so much over the years. You were so mean to my ex's dog! And when I adopted first Anya and then Hecate, you wanted nothing to do with them until that first move, to the apartment with the linoleum floors where everything was so different. You were glad of your familiar sisters then, and I was glad to see you getting along. We were there for a while!

The next move was a step up, though. You finally got an outdoor balcony, and fresh air and sunlight almost any time you wanted it! It was such an awful shock to have to move again after only two years, but I did my very best, and succeeded, in making sure you'd have that again.

I'm sorry, Molly. I could tell how much harder moving was on you this time. And it was harder on me too, so I couldn't give you the extra attention you needed (side note to Hecate, I did not miss you comforting Molly! Good girl!).

And that's the worst part, because everything is gradually getting harder on you. When I adopted you in January of '01, you were four and a half years old. Eleven years and nearly six months later, you're the same affectionate, attentive sweetie, but your age is starting to show. I've watched you gradually slow down. I've gotten used to picking you up when you want time in my lap so you don't have to try to jump. And you've gotten so much thinner. You were such a pudgekitty in years past, but when I lift you now you're so light.

You've been there for me for such a long time, Molly-girl. You've given me love and support and companionship and laughter through some of my best years and some of my worst. And that's why it's killing me to realize that you could be gone at any time.

I love you, Molly. You don't seem to be in pain, and the outside-the-box peeing seems to have stopped now you've had a chance to settle in to the new place. And of course, you still love being able to nap in the sun on the balcony.

You mean so much to me, Molly-girl, and I never want to say goodbye. And it's possible we might have a couple more years together. But I only want them if they're good to you. I mean it, baby. I'd rather carry you in from your final nap tomorrow than take you, sick and scared, in one of those carriers you loathe, to a last vet trip five years from now.

But as long as you're not hurting... I hope we have a good bit longer!

love,
the one with the leaky eyes

kaz i love you, but PACK IN THE IMMATURITY, ok? you have A BRAND NEW litter now, so quit refusing to use it. ESPECIALLY after i've just cleaned it out.

 

your were house trained when you came to live with me aged 6 weeks, so WTF has your 'sudden' amnesia come from? it's starting to grate on me, because i know you're just being difficult.

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Dearest Meowgi,

Mommy just wants to thank you for being so warm and caring towards me this past weekend when I was not feeling up to parr, as I usually do once a month. This month was the worst it has been, mostly due to stress about upcoming events. But I wanted to thank you for curling up on my tummy and purred my pain away, keeping me calm, and sending cramps away. You are a good boy and understand when you are needed. You will be happy to know that mommy and daddy are getting married this weekend, and we will be boarding you and your brother for a week while we go on a much needed vacation. Don't worry Grandpa and your aunts will take very good care of you and your brother, that is a promise. Now I better not hear you misbehaved while getting your claws clipped. Mommy has been bad at that, but once everything calms down I will get better. I love you baby boy, and mommy and daddy will miss you so very much while we are away.

Dearest Danielson,

Thank you for being your sweet self always willing to cuddle. I just don't know why you have become so skittish lately. Is the mean man upstairs who enjoys shaking our walls so scare you so much? Mommy and Daddy have spoken to the landlady multiple times about his stomping around, but that doesn't stop him. I'm sorry baby, but we are stuck here until december... I love you dearly and I know you won't like being boarded so very much, but I promise we will return and take you home when we get back. I love you darling boy.

Lots of love and scritches,
Your adoring grateful momma ♥