Carolyn Holm

Dear Lady Mom,
This house has beds everywhere. 
Winston

Dear Winston,
I don’t know about everywhere. We have a couple of beds. I don’t think that’s unusual.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Lady Mom,
There is Puffin’s favorite by the desk, the two cat beds on your bed, and the three cat beds in the living room. There’s Poppy’s bed in the living room, and she has one in the bedroom, and one more by the desk. 
Winston

Dear Winston,
I guess you don’t mean people beds! Well, you are right. That’s a lot of beds.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Lady Mom,
The odd thing is there are beds for a cat who isn’t here to sleep in her beds.
Winston

Dear Winston,
You must mean Mia. Our sweet Mia is gone. I’m sorry you never met her. But in fact, you are here because she is gone. We needed another cat! But I didn’t know you knew about her.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Lady Mom,
Seriously? Of course I know about her. She’s EVERYWHERE. I sleep in her bed. Her bed is my bed now. 
Winston

Dear Winston,
Sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you! Of course you are aware of the missing cat. I don’t know what I was thinking,
Love, Carolyn

Dear Lady Mom,
Why do you call Puffin’s bedroom bed his Biscuit Bed?
Winston

Dear Winston,
Because he used to get into it and “make biscuits”. He would knead the edge, his head tilted up, eyes closed, purring loudly. Such bliss. But when Mia got sick and died, Puffin stopped using his biscuit bed. Stopped even getting into it. He won’t admit it, but he was grieving for her. Then he was just starting to show interest in that bed again when you arrived. That did it. Your arrival put him off again and he hasn’t been in that bed since. What a drama queen. I’m hoping that when he gets over all this he’ll rediscover it again. 
Love, Carolyn 

Dear Lady Mom,
Puffin and Poppy share a bed in the living room. But not at the same time.
Winston

Dear Winston, 
It’s really Poppy’s bed, but you’re right, Puffin sleeps in it all day long. But Poppy gets it in the evening. 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Lady Mom,
Puffin sits in Poppy’s bed with a sly look. Like he knows it’s someone else’s bed.
Winston

Dear Winston,
That’s our Puffin. He’s making a statement when he sleeps there.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Lady Mom,
Poppy has rugs that she counts as beds. She likes to stretch out on the living room rug where the morning sun streams in. And she dreams. Twitching and barking strange little barks. 
Winston

Dear Winston,
Poppy certainly has a rich dream life.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Lady Mom,
Poppy is much easier to live with than Puffin is.
Winston

Dear Winston,
She is. But Puffin is coming around.
Love, Carolyn

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