Come back
Dear Kip,
I miss you. Europe? Forget about the beauty of Lake Como, forget about meeting George Cloony. Who cares about Italian pizza and wine? Who wants to see old buildings and walk on cobblestone in Zurich and listen to music in Interlaken? I want you to come back home soon.
B is leaving me every day and I miss the time we spent on the couch every afternoon. You must know that no one has brushed my fur or has allowed me to play with the plastic bags upstairs. B has not let me sniff any fishy products and she insists that I "behave" myself while she is gone.
My days are lonely without you and your papers. I miss sitting on them. What about school? Don’t you want to recite "boring" biology stuff to me? You know I am such a good listener.
Worst… B has been playing with dogs and now talks about them all the time. I worry that she will get one while you are gone. Who is going to shake the sense into her? My paws are too small and my legs are too short. Come back soon.
With much admiration, respect, gratitude and lots of purrring.
Yours Truly and Alone, Mizz S.
