Dearie Ruth,
Owls were the same, hooting like they want my piece of booty. But I am happy that you are someone’s inspiration and more than happy that your hooman has found her calling. My Hooman, apparently stays angry all the time, no tears, no warcries, just pure red rage on her face.
Sometimes it feels like she might turn into one of those green monsters that the show on TV wreaking havoc. This ‘lockdown’ seems to be locking her emotions as well, she is going numb but cannot express anything apart from anger. One day it all went a bit overboard too I was almost a cat Kebab. Hooman was mad over something and she just flung a knife in the air, striking a wall ( and my whiskers). But that’s that.
Anyways, something extraordinary happened, I and Doggo have actually become some good friends, he taught me the secret to finding love is by sniffing butts, and if someone lets you sniff it, that means you are friends. So, as I mentioned, I and doggo might have to team up and team up we did, it was the creation of the dynamic duo that finally helped Hooman to get out of the madness, where I showcased my stealth and sophistication, doggo presented his goofiness and brute strength and together we brought back the sanity.
So these days, my Hooman has decided to plant some vegetables, I had heard her saying to your hooman that she wants to grow her own food and not buy from the market. So she is busy digging holes, which we are too by the way.
That was it that happened in my life recently
Looking forward to hearing from you.
Love,
Catty