Thursday, October 18, 2007

A letter to my landlords' cat

Dear Moppet,

Since I came to live here, you and I have become great friends. We chat about current events and the price of cheese, and you are very attentive about grooming me when you think I need it. (N.B. Some humans find being licked a little disconcerting. Strange, I know, but you may encounter some resistance even if they clearly need to be cleaned.) In return for your attentions, I feed you when your parents are away, and give you limitless cuddles. This has been a remarkably satisfying arrangement for us both, I think.

I was, therefore, quite surprised that you felt you had to provide me with further proof of your friendship today. Leaving a small gift for me in the kitchen was so terribly thoughtful of you, and I was quite distracted from my original intention of making lunch when I saw it. Having admired it (and the feathers it shed over the entire floor) for a suitable amount of time, I scooped it up reverentially into a top-quality Primark plastic bag, and deposited it as a suitable offering for the Oxford City Council sanitation workers. You will find, next time you visit the kitchen, no trace left of your sweet gift; I knew you would not want others to see evidence of your generosity.

In conclusion, I must say how glad I am that we have become friends, and that there is really no need for any more gifts. You should save them for when your parents return.

With love,

EJ

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