Dearest Meowbert,
Would you look at these baby photos of you? Sweet, sloppy hairballs they’re magnificent.
My boy, it’s hard to explain how much I am missing you. Partly because it’s a real big amount, and partly because you’re a cat and cannot understand human talk, or read, let alone check my Tumblr.
Over three months without my furry little sidekick? Fuck that. Never again. I am so happy, so at home, deep-in-my-heart-at-home when you are trotting around the house behind me, and laying over my laptop when I work, pressing the ‘]’ key for four paragraphs with your paws while I nip to the loo, and placing a little soft lion paw on my neck at night as we sleep, even though I shouldn’t probably let you do that, but what kind of crazed fool would kick you off the bed?
I know you’ve had a fun time at Grandma and Grandpa’s house, and you may not even want to come home, but you’ve got no choice in the matter, you gorgeous little fur sack, it’s time to be smothered in love.
From your friend,
Zoe