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e no complications from the surgery. I sure would feel guilty if anything happened to you.</p><p id="b454">I think of you often. There’s a street called De La Vina in Southern California that has a fabulous Cat Hotel. Whenever I pass by, I look in the window to see if there are any Russian Blues. Once, I saw one that looked just like you, sitting in a Buddha pose. He didn’t have your plump body or a wry smile, though. Nobody is as cute as you.</p><p id="4f1c">Remember when you used to bake bread on my belly with your chubby paws? Well, I’m not sure you can do that anymore. I’ve taken up surfing and have lost at least three inches from my midsection, and it would be difficult for you to find any fat to pound anymore. Although, if I turn over, I still have a large rump, which might also be pleasing to you.</p><p id="65a0"><b>I know you have a short attention span, so I don’t want to take up any more of your time. </b>Please write back. I’d like to know how my ex-wife is treating you, if she’s clipping your nails, giving you enough fiber in your food, and whether she takes you for shots regularly. I’d also like to know how you’re doing emotionally. I wonder if you are depressed by my absence or if you have adjusted well to the loss, and I’m now only a faint memory.</p><p id="bc25">Love always,</p><p id="2e21">Your former caretaker</p><p id="2ad3">P.S. I sent you a pre

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Sorry for leaving you behind

Dear Yoshi,

I hope you’re not angry with me. It’s been two years since I dropped you off at my ex-wife’s house. I know she’s moody and an airhead sometimes, but she can be loving. Unfortunately, I couldn’t leave you with my mother. As you know, she hates cats because they knock over her plants. And she’d probably ignore your existence, much as she did with me while I was growing up.

I would have taken you to California, but there was no room in the Prius, and my new apartment didn’t allow pets. And once I met my new girlfriend and moved into her flat, she had a male cat who was very territorial, and that wouldn’t have worked.

If I ever break up with my girlfriend and move to an apartment that allows pets, I will call for you. That is, if you’re still alive. You must be fifteen now, and I don’t know how many years you have left. I read somewhere that twenty is the max for your breed.

Speaking of your health. How is your urinary tract these days? Is it still hard to pee? I hope there were no complications from the surgery. I sure would feel guilty if anything happened to you.

I think of you often. There’s a street called De La Vina in Southern California that has a fabulous Cat Hotel. Whenever I pass by, I look in the window to see if there are any Russian Blues. Once, I saw one that looked just like you, sitting in a Buddha pose. He didn’t have your plump body or a wry smile, though. Nobody is as cute as you.

Remember when you used to bake bread on my belly with your chubby paws? Well, I’m not sure you can do that anymore. I’ve taken up surfing and have lost at least three inches from my midsection, and it would be difficult for you to find any fat to pound anymore. Although, if I turn over, I still have a large rump, which might also be pleasing to you.

I know you have a short attention span, so I don’t want to take up any more of your time. Please write back. I’d like to know how my ex-wife is treating you, if she’s clipping your nails, giving you enough fiber in your food, and whether she takes you for shots regularly. I’d also like to know how you’re doing emotionally. I wonder if you are depressed by my absence or if you have adjusted well to the loss, and I’m now only a faint memory.

Love always,

Your former caretaker

P.S. I sent you a present for your birthday. It’s the scratchpad attached to the carpeted tower that you always wanted from Cats R Us.

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