June 19th, l996

Dear Mum,

Sorry its taken so long to write again - I have been so busy. What with the weather and all that football you keep watching.

I don’t know. One minute is cold and the next minute it is too warm. A cat cannot cope with life’s complexities. How you humans do it I cannot hazard a guess. I wish I could take my fur off in layers sometimes - a bit like you do when you come home from work.

Anyway - what a month. You looked quite worried when the French window broke the other day - but you didn’t see my face. I was petrified. I didn’t know what was happening. What a storm. I sure hope we don’t get another one like that for a long time. And when dad came back, didn’t he do a great job tidying it? Only joking. At least he refitted the new glass. Dad’s quite good at that Sort of Stuff. Unlike some people I know. I can go walking around the backdoors of Abbotsway and you would be amazed at the Sort of Stuff that other dads get up to. Some of it I wouldn’t show to my own mother - wherever she might be now, of course.

Please pass on my best to dad - he is leaving the paper on the floor from time to time with the right pages showing. Some of my friends find it difficult to keep up with such a Very Important Cat, like me. I put it down to the fact that I am so educated and all that - which I get from the newspaper - keeping up with current affairs and so on and all that.

I wish the summer wouldn’t end. I am not looking to the Winter. I hate Winter. Willam did too. In fact, no self respecting cat, nor any Very Important Cats, like me, like the Winter. Is always so …..cold. That white stuff keeps getting me cold and wet - and, if you don’t mind me say, you always put the fire on too late in the season. Little cats like me - little slim and beautiful cats like me - need warmth all day. So please try to put the fire on a little earlier than usual…..pretty meow please.

When is Uncle Andrew coming home? I do miss those evenings, after he had Very Special Bear, when he would hold me in his arms and stroke my ears while watching all those war films. Few other cats I know get the chance to see all those old film. All my friends watch TV rubbish. I get TV Class. But that’s because I’m a Very Important Cat.

Any way - I must be going. Give my "perr-est" regards to dad. And try not to watch too much football. I never did like that sport. Too much effort and running around if you ask me. I much prefer to hear the cricket results on a quite Sunday afternoon in the garden.

Love and paws,

Queenie.