Dearie Ruth,
Disaster struck.
Apparently, this ‘lockdown’ has been started by some lunatic. And it means that I cannot come and meet you (I cry), postal owls remain our sole means of contact. Although my human was way too happy that she met your human, but I am sad because I wanted to meet you too, and it seems that my human has started a secret mission of sorts wherein she is training me to respect Doggo (everyone knows cats and dogs are mortal enemies, let alone the thought of mingling).
Doggo is weird, all say he does nothing but sniff my butt, and it is annoying, but I feel like he wants to be friends with me and is scared to contact me directly. I like troubling him a lot. My human looks at the two of us like we were made for each other. I know, sooner or later there might be a war of attention and all hell will break loose.
This ‘lockdown’ although, is not making my human happy. Deep down I think something is not right, she fakes everything around me, I am trying my level best to make her happy but it is of no avail. I think for once I and Doggo have to team up to keep the spirits up.
Please suggest to me what to do.
Looking forward to ‘opening up’.
Love,
Catty