Thursday, September 29, 2005

Woe is me, woe is us, just woe.

My Dearest Corwynne,

I know, I have been awful about writing lately and I wish I had an excuse. I don't know if it is writer's block (real or imaginary), or general melancholy, or the fact that I quit smoking that has caused my lack of correspondence. I just don't know. One thing I do know is that my mother has many cats. Several of these cats, what with one thing and another, do not yet have names. So I was thinking that perhaps what I needed to get back into the swing of writing again was a project. So I thought we could come up with some names for the cats and she could see if she likes them. We could even name the project. Something like Titles for Felines. Again, I don't know.

I have no news from the settlement. The long hunt continues although we expect to end any day now. I am sure once everyone gets back there will be more to write about. Until then,

Your affectionate friend,

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

numbers would be easier... oh,there
goes cat number 86 to the litter box. Number 135 is certainly a friendly cat and that number 265
has the loudest purr I ever heard.