Carolyn Holm

Cher Madame,
Il faut dire, this morning Monsieur was mocking this petit cat.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
He was just imitating your “hello” meow.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
This petit cat does the polite thing, to greet everyone upon entering the kitchen.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
You do, and I love that about you. You are very chatty. Some cats never greet, except maybe to raise a tail.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
The Winston doesn’t bother.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Winston isn’t all that invested in being polite. And while he has some interesting vocalizations, he has nothing like your range. 
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
This petit cat does try to communicate.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
You do! There’s your hello “Mao-wow?”. Your emphatic It’s Time to Feed Us meow. Both very clear and straight-forward. But you also have an interesting chirp that has two meanings, depending upon your context. The light “move it” warning to Winston, and a nice “oh hi” recognition when my touch surprises you. Usually while you nap.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
C’est vrai. Madame has clearly paid attention.
Regards, M. Le Poufin,

Dear Puffin,
I’m also fond of your evening Game Time meow. I love that you celebrate each point you make in the game with a running commentary!
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Madame is too kind.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
But I have to mention, sweetie, you give me the “F— Off ” hiss when I try to move you off my lap and you aren’t having it. I’ve never lived with a cat who spoke to me with language like that.
Love, Carolyn 

Cher Madame,
Sometimes the moment overcomes one. This petit cat has the apologies.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Thank you for that! But for sheer dramatic intensity there was the Full-throated Holler you launched at Louie the neighborhood cat when he came to our open window. 
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
That dreadful invader was peering in the kitchen window. It was necessary to repel him immediately.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
That you did. Between the two of you it sounded like a cat opera. A lot of dramatic yodeling.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
He wanted to enter our house.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
He has a neighborhood reputation for doing just that. But there’s another vocalization I’d like to ask you about. It’s your strange yowl.
Love, Carolyn

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

Dear Puffin,
Oh, you do indeed yowl. It’s a powerful baritone, and I’m not sure what it signifies. Is it to call me? I’ve noticed that when you yowl, you’re off in some other part of the house, and when I call out your name, you show up immediately. Is it that you had simply misplaced me? 
Love, Carolyn

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

Dear Puffin,
So, this yowl is something else entirely? Existential angst? Dementia? Constipation?
Love, Carolyn

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

Dear Puffin,
I guess that comment was a bit snarky.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
The apology by Madame is accepted.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

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