Carolyn Holm

Dear Mom,
Winston keeps trying to take my ball.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
He’s just curious. Everyone knows it’s your special toy.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
He shouldn’t be playing with it.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
You don’t even play with it, sweetie. I don’t think you know what to do with a ball.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
I know what to do!!!!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
You have no idea what the game of Fetch is all about.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Am I supposed to know that??????
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
No, don’t worry about it. It’s just funny that you just don’t know what to do with a ball.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
But it’s MINE. That’s what I do with it.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
Ok I get it. What you do with it is, you own it.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Yes!!!!!!!!! But the cats think they are so special. That they get to have everything. 
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
They do have a strong sense of privilege.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
It’s not fair! They get to be on your lap. Winston even sits on your chest.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
He is a chest cat, isn’t he! But honey, you are too big for that. And when someone picks you up, you look really uncomfortable.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
And the cats get to be in your bed!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
True. But you have your own comfy bed right next to mine.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Yes!!!!! That bed is all mine!!!!!!!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy
So each of you has something special. You get to go outside. Out into the garden. Out for a walk. Puffin is definitely jealous of that.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Why don’t the cats just go out with us?
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
They are not allowed out. It’s not safe. There are foxes and coyotes around here who would love to chow down on a cat for lunch. And our street is very busy with dangerous cars. So those boys have to be strictly indoor cats. But you have the special privilege of going out.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
You’ve been making a lot of fuss over Puffin. You’ve been offering him special food. 
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
He’s old and sick, sweetie. He has a tumor in his mouth. That’s why one side of his face bulges a bit. 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Sometimes he has blood coming out of his mouth. 
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
He can’t help it. The tumor is bleeding. So when he sleeps he has blood in his drool. That’s why there are towels all over the house now, in all the places he likes to sleep. 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
When he sleeps in my bed under the coffee table he gets blood on it.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
I’ll put a towel there too.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
That’s ok, I lick it off.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
Ew.
Love, Carolyn

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Hey Mom,
Who is Mia? Puffin says she is the cat on this mug. 
Winston

Dear Winston,
Ah, our Mia. She was quite a cat. She charmed everyone.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
Puffin says that I am Mia’s replacement.
Winston

Dear Winston,
Well, yes and no. She could never be replaced. But we did have an opening for another cat after she died.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
And I got the job?
Winston

Dear Winston,
You did! You were just a handful of fluff then, with a tiny squeaky voice. Who knew what a magnificent Meezer House Puma you would become.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
Puffin says Mia and I are both Meezers. I don’t even know what a Meezer is.
Winston

Dear Winston,
It’s a nickname for Siamese cats. Siamese, Si-meezer. Get it?
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
I guess so. But Mia and I are different colors.
Winston

Dear Winston,
Mia was a Lynx Point Siamese, and you are a Seal Point Siamese. But you are both Meezers
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
And there’s a Meezer Club!!!!
Winston

Dear Winston,
I say that because you two do some of the same things. When you arrived you had a lot of choices for cat beds, and you went straight to Mia’s favorite and made it yours.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
Because it’s near you!
Winston

Dear Winston,
That’s sweet. And it’s SO Meezer to feel that way. And you like to sit at the kitchen table with me at mealtimes. With your head just above the tabletop. Just like Mia! We’ve always called that chair “Mia’s Chair”.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
Sometimes you give me a treat when I sit there. You gave me a little piece of cheese at lunch.
Winston

Dear Winston,
That might have a lot to do with this habit. But I have to add, it has never occurred to Puffin to sit there.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
Because he isn’t in the Meezer Club!!!!!
Winston

Dear Winston,
That’s right. Another thing you and Mia have in common is your Gotcha. Sometimes, when I’m stroking you, rubbing your head and face, and you are purring and purring, suddenly you turn and bite me. A Gotcha moment.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
That’s because I need you to stop.
Winston

Dear Winston,
I get that. You get over stimulated. It is disconcerting, though. I wish I had some warning! I had the same issue with Mia.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
Mia is on a mug. I want to be on a mug.
Winston

Dear Winston,
Yes! I should get right on that.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
Is the mug a Meezer Club thing?
Winston

Dear Winston,
No, sweetie, Puffin is on a mug too. And so is Poppy. It’s your turn next.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
And was Mia The Spawn of the Devil like me?
Winston

Dear Winston,
I just called you that as a joke, when you were racing around the house with Super Zoomies, knocking things over. Mia didn’t do that so much.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
What about Puffin?
Winston

Dear Winston,
As a kitten Puffin was the most destructive youngster I’ve ever had in our household. He once knocked over a five foot tall Ficus tree that we had in the living room. There was dirt everywhere, all over the rug.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
Puffin did that?????
Winston

Dear Winston,
Hard to believe, right? He’s such a dignified old cat. 
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
Will I be dignified when my picture is on a mug?
Winston

Dear Winston,
We’ll see.
Love, Carolyn

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Cher Madame,
The dinner yesterday was five minutes late. It was necessary to remind Madame. 
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
I’m sorry, sweetie. I was finishing something.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
There is a clock in the house that Madame should use.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
I do. And I suspect you use it as well.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Mais oui, of course.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
I noticed something very interesting yesterday. About the automatic feeder that delivers your breakfast at six every morning.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Oui, every morning. Madame finds that interesting?
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Wait, let me finish. So, I happened to wake up at 5:00, just in time to hear the clock chime the hour. And your head shot up to attention, and you jumped off the bed and headed for the kitchen. I think you know six chimes means breakfast, but you just happened to miscount in this instance.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
This petit cat does not do the miscounting.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Never mind. I’m just interested in learning that a cat is possibly counting the chimes of a clock.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
We all know what time it is. Madame has said that we all have the little watches hidden on our person.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
You do indeed. You all know exactly when it is five in the afternoon, and time for your dinners. You are the loudest. Poppy just sits expectantly in front of me, staring intently. And even chaotic Winston suddenly appears.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
A well regulated household is très important.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
I notice you are still very punctual about meal times, even though, with your health problems, your appetite is not what it used to be. But you are still enthusiastic about treats!
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
This petit cat appreciates that Madame still provides them.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
You get lots of treats when I brush you. So you never fail to remind me every morning, at about half past ten, that it is Grooming Time.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Oui, the special treats for skin and coat. Madame is too kind. 
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
You are also very punctual about our evening Game. You come to me with a reminder that it is time, even though you no longer have the energy to play. You just stare at it and eventually walk away. I’m so sorry you are not up to it.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Still, it is a very important item on the Schedule.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
That it is. We’ll continue to go through the motions on that one every evening.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
It is necessary to interrupt to point out to Madame, now is the time for Madame to do the grooming.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

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Dear Mom
Why do you call me your little Viking?
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
Don’t you like that?
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Weren’t Vikings crazy dangerous?
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
They have that reputation. But in their day, life everywhere could be crazy dangerous. And you yourself get feisty on occasion.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
I’m a gentle dog!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
You are! But you can’t deny your heritage. You are a Spitz. That’s an old Nordic breed. Which pretty much puts you right smack in the Viking category. With me.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
With you?????
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
Yes, I’ve been reading up on this. When you go back a bit, my family tree is crawling with Vikings. Or, at the very least, folks who were Viking adjacent.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
But I’m a German Spitz.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
Northern Germany was Danish for a long time. Danish Vikings. 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Is that where your people came from?
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
Yes! My people were also Swedish and Norwegian, with a bit of Scottish thrown in for flavor. But Vikings were all over Scotland too. 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
I thought cats were your people. Winston said you told him that.  
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
I may have said that. But don’t feel bad, dogs are my people too. I’ve had lots of great dogs in my life. 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
I remember Molly!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
Wasn’t Molly awesome? One weird terrier, but totally awesome. And before her there were Bruno, Pepper, and Sally. And when I was a kid we had Penny and Chrissy. When I was quite young I thought Chrissy was my sister.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
But they weren’t Viking dogs.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
No. You are the only one with that distinction. Do you want to go raid the neighbors now?
Love, Carolyn

Mom! 
We can’t do that!!!
Poppy

Dear Poppy,
I’m picturing the look on Richard’s face if we burst in his front door and yell “Hand over your dog treats!!!!!”
Love, Carolyn

Mom, 
I think you are going to get us in trouble. 
XOXO Poppy

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Mom,
Which team are you on?
Winston

Dear Winston,
Which team?
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
You were telling your friend that there’s Team Cat and Team Dog in our house.
Winston

Winston,
That’s for sure!
Carolyn

Mom,
Which one are you on?
Winston

Winston,
Well that’s hard to say. Are you keeping score?
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
No! I’m just confused. Team Cat and Team Dog aren’t the only teams!
Winston

Dear Winston,
They aren’t?
Love Carolyn

Mom
Don’t you even know????? You are on Team Human!!!!!
Winston

Dear Winston,
Ok. Right.
Love, Carolyn

Mom
You didn’t know?????
Winston

Dear Winston,
Sometimes I need a reminder.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
Are you on Team Cat?
Winston

Dear Winston,
Sometimes that feels about right.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
You are a lot like a cat. But a really big one. 
Winston

Dear Winston,
Cats can be really big. We call you our House Puma, but you should see actual Pumas. Mountain lions are huge cats.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
Well, ok, but you don’t have a tail.
Winston

Dear Winston,
I’ve always wished I had one. Tails are so expressive!
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
And you don’t have fur.
Winston

Dear Winston,
That’s another wonderful thing! Soft silky fur all over, instead of clothes.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
I’m really confused. Are you really on Team Cat?
Winston

Dear Winston,
Looks that way, doesn’t it? 
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
Don’t you want to be on Team Human?
Winston

Dear Winston,
I’m a bit put off by our species. Look at we’re doing to the world. And to each other.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
But you are not really a cat!!! Why are you saying all these things???????
Winston

Dear Winston,
I’m sorry, sweetie, I just love to pull your leg a bit.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
That’s a Team Human thing to do, isn’t it.
Winston

Dear Winston,
I guess it is. That’s very perceptive of you.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
What about Poppy?
Winston

Dear Winston,
Oh she’s on Team Dog. For sure.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
But how do you think she will feel if you join Team Cat?
Winston

Dear Winston,
Good point. I guess I’ll just have to stay in my lane.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
I know what you can do! You can be on Team Berkeley Humane!!!!! That’s what it says on your Humane Society hat.
Winston

Dear Winston,
Good thinking. I’ll go with that.
Love, Carolyn

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Dear Puffin,
I had a conversation with Dr. Judd today. 
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
This petit cat does not want to go back there. The vet people are rude.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
No, I understand. So do they. But we have good news, your diabetes is under control! Your numbers are now normal. The medicine is working.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
They are rude there. They poke and prod and take my temperature.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
I understand. But it’s all necessary, sweetie, because you are not in very good shape. Your eye still looks terrible. And something is going on in your mouth.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
The insults are not nécessaire.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
It has to be said. Your drool, when you sleep, has blood in it.
Love, Carolyn 

Cher Madame,
This petit cat does not do the undignified drool.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Sadly, you do, sweetie. And the elephant in the room is the lump on one side of your face.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
This petit cat is not the elephant.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
No, sorry, that was just an expression. We’re just really concerned about what’s going on here.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Is this why Madame has been giving this pauvre petit cat the annoying pink stuff?
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Yes, we were hoping the Amoxicillin would clear up whatever is going on in your mouth. But it hasn’t.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
The pink medicine, she is disgusting.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
It wasn’t any fun to administer, that’s for sure. We even got some on the wall, when you jerked your head at just the wrong moment yesterday. But that’s inevitable. Giving a cat Amoxicillin always means there will be pink on the wall at some point.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
The sudden squirt in the mouth is an unpleasant move on Madame’s part.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Well, we’re done with that. For now anyway. It doesn’t seem to have helped. So the bad news is, we think you have a tumor there.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Will there be another disgusting medicine now, for this so-called tumor?
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
For now, sweetie, you are going to be left alone. 
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Mon dieu, finally.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Thank heavens you don’t have any pain. And because you are sixteen years old, it would be really hard on you to do surgery, or chemo treatments. So we’re just going to let it run its course.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
But Madame will continue the delicious dinners?
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Oh of course. And the tasty breakfasts. I’m so glad you are eager to eat, though I notice you are eating less these days.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
And Madame will continue the treats?
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
We’ll always have the treats. Especially the grooming treats.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
And the game every evening?
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Oh, we won’t miss the evening games! That wand toy with the prey on it is always there for you!
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
And Madame will let this petit cat sleep cuddled up to her, and not let young Winston push his way in?
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Oh for crying out loud. There’s room for both of you.
Love, Carolyn

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Dear Poppy,
You are up and about a lot during the night. More than you used to. I notice you disappear several times a night.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
I don’t disappear!!!!!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
No, sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. But you leave the bedroom.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
I go to the living room. And spend some time in my bed there, under the coffee table.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
And sometimes you wake us all when you bark out an alert.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Yes!!!!! That’s why I’m there. To keep an eye on things!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
You were going nuts a couple of weeks ago. Remember that? I came and looked out the window, and in the dark I could just make out that there were two guys right across the street, doing something to Bob’s car! 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
They were breaking into it! I barked to raise the alarm!!!!!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
I turned on our porch light, and they didn’t even look our way. Brazen.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
They didn’t care about my barking, either.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
I was going to call the police, but by the time I found my phone, they were gone. The next day Bob told me that they stole his car’s catalytic converter.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Is that what those other guys had in their huge bags when I barked last week?
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
No, that was a different sort of urban venture – Recycle Bandits. Because it was a Tuesday night, we all had our trash and recycling bins out on the curb for pick-up Wednesday morning. Those two guys were across the street, securing a huge bag to a cart by the light of the street lamp. I was fascinated by their set-up. They each had a bicycle and a cart on wheels, and they had three enormous bags filled with their harvest. ,
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
That’s not ok! That stuff belongs to us and all our neighbors!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
We don’t really care, sweetie. Let them have it. They are just trying to get by. But I appreciate that you are paying attention and barking out your alerts.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Sometimes my alert is because Louie is on our patio!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
Oh, well now, that’s serious. That cat knows that I have a pot of catmint on the patio.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
He has almost destroyed it!!!!!!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
That’s ok. I really like Louie. He’s got moxie. And he’s a gorgeous golden floof. Just like you.
Love, Carolyn

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Hey Mom,
We’re having a Valentine moment!
Winston

Dear Winston,
Yes you are! I love that you all get along so well. You three are so sweet!
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
Mostly.
Winston

Dear Winston,
Well okay, Puffin tells you to get lost when you jump on the bed. 
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
He wants you all to himself!!!
Winston

Dear Winston,
He’s an old guy, and his health isn’t very good, so sometimes I give him a pass on grouchiness. You still get to be on the bed, just not on my lap.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
And Poppy isn’t always sweet. She likes to bark. That startles me and I run down the hall.
Winston

Dear Winston,
And she runs down the hall chasing you. I can tell you both enjoy that wild game. You are great friends! I took a picture of the two of you together that is a perfect picture for Valentines Day.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
Valentines Day is about dogs and cats together?
Winston

Dear Winston,
It could be. You two are a very sweet pair.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
Sometimes she barks at me when I walk past her food. 
Winston

Dear Winston,
There is that side to her. That’s her wolfish side. 
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
She’s a wolf????!!!!!
Winston

Dear Winston,
She seems to think so when she scrambles up to the gate in a frenzy of barking, when one of her mortal enemies goes by. That’s her wolfish side.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
That sounds alarming!!!!!
Winston

Dear Winston,
And I wouldn’t want to be a small mammal in her clutches. She has caught a few of those.
Love, Carolyn 

Mom,
Small mammals? I’m a small mammal! What did she do with them?
Winston

Dear Winston,
I saved the squirrel, but she killed one of the meadow mice. And once she caught a rat, but she was quite young then, and didn’t know what to do with him. Our other dog, Molly, stepped in and took over the kill.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
Poppy killed one of our garden mice???!!! Would she do that to me????? 
Winston

Dear Winston,
No no no! You are a Pack Member. That means everything. And on top of that, she knows you are smitten with her.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
I like to walk with her, shoulder to shoulder.
Winston

Dear Winston
She seems to like that too. It’s lovely to see you two promenading around the house side-by-side.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
But when I snuggle up to sleep with her, she leaves her bed.
Winston

Dear Winston,
She’s not completely on board with that kind of intimate relationship. I think she thinks of herself as a sort of big sister. A mentor. But she loves you in her way.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
Poppy is my Valentine!!!!
Winston

Dear Winston,
I think in her heart she secretly appreciates that. 
Love, Carolyn

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Dear Mom,
That was a very confusing walk.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
Interesting. I thought it was pretty straight forward. 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
We ALWAYS walk forward.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
I meant it was one of our usual walks. Sometimes we go up the hill. Sometimes we go past Rusty’s house. Sometimes past the school. And this time we went over to the Avenue.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
But today there was a bunch of noisy girls in front of the book store. And you got all excited too. It was very confusing.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
What was confusing about that? All the kids?
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
All those kids, all the laughing, that girl who was dancing and flinging her arms around. And because you were so were excited to see them. And we stopped to talk with them.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
I was delighted to find them there. They are Girl Scouts. Selling cookies. That’s always something to get excited about!
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
They were shouting.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
A little, maybe. They were having a good time.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
And one was dancing.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
That was a very high spirited girl, wasn’t she!
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
But why were you so excited?
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
I love those cookies! And I have a special place in my heart for Girl Scouts. I was a Girl Scout leader for many years, with a wonderful troop of girls. And we sold cookies too.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Did your girls shout and dance?
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
On occasion. On a lot of occasions, actually. We had a good time.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
I don’t get it. It was just some boxes on a table.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
Not just boxes. Cookie boxes. Those were boxes of treats for humans. 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
That makes more sense, then. I thought I smelled something sweet. 
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
I love those cookies! And because the cookie money helps support the organization, I was delighted to stop and buy some. 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
But I didn’t want to stop. I just wanted to go into the bookstore.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
That’s what this is about. Of course you did. You know that the nice people in the bookstore always have treats for you. 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Yes!!!!! Of course!!!! That’s why we go in there!!!!!
XOXO Poppy

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Dear Puffin,
What was that crashing sound?
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
C’etait the rude surprise.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
I’m guessing it was Winston creating the surprise.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Oui, the Winston unceremoniously jumped this petit and elegant cat.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
I would imagine it would be hard to jump someone ceremoniously.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Toujours le sarcasm. Madame cannot resist.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
I’m afraid you’re right, I can’t resist. I’m sorry. So, what was this jumping event?
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
The Winston jumped this petit cat during the exit from the litter box.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Oh dear. Well, that is an unceremonious ambush. I hope I’m not going to find a big mess in there.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
There is no mess, Madame, but it was très annoying. Why does that slinky Siamese find so much pleasure in annoyance?
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Maybe if you weren’t such a grouch sometimes, Winston wouldn’t be so motivated to give you a hard time. You set yourself up for it.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
How can you call this elegant cat a grouch? Madame is reduced to the name-calling.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Ok, explain to me why Winston sleeps in the living room at night? He used to sleep on the bed, but gosh, someone must have told him to Bug Off. I wonder who would do that? Oh, PUFFIN WOULD.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Toujours le sarcasm. Yet again.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
When you wake up, look around, and see him on the bed, you reach out and whack him. Then you give him The Look. And he jumps off.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
That may be. But then all too often the Winston comes sneaking back to cuddle up with Madame’s neck.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
He’s a real sweetie. 
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
This petit cat is your sweetie!
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Is THAT what this is about? You can both be my sweeties. Let’s try to keep the bed a whack-free zone. I know you two can get along. You get along at least half the time.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
He is still the annoyance. 
Regards, M. Le Poufin

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