My humans have a library in their house. It is wonderful. There are cozy pillows, stuffed animals, a large, cushy daybed and a rocking chair. Great for sleeping. The humans lounge in there during very cold and extremely hot weather, taking comfort from their books and the quilts and pillows. I adore books as well: they are fabulous for sleeping upon. So smooth and cool, each one has a different feel of springiness, different paper and unique smells. Ahhhhh, the joy of curling up and pondering a good book with my eyes closed, meditating and letting my mind wander. This library is well appointed and I may never accomplish one of my dreams of sleeping on each of those books. So many books, so little time.
One day, not long ago, I was lounging in the library. I had checked off at least six of my naps for the day in the library. Between naps I did my yoga routines, and I snooped around a little. Other than the books and comfortable furnishings, it's actually a little dull. There is no bird feeder outside the window. There are no bugs, moths or mice. It is too high in the house to watch the birds and squirrels. My snooping does not usually yield anything there, but I do it nonetheless. As if something is compelling me to snoop. I often feel compelled to do things. The youngest female juvenile of my humans says it's in my "dunna." The oldest says it's
My "dee-enn-ayyy." The juvenile male says it's how I am "made." It's just what I do.
On this particular day, I stumbled across a file full of letters. Yes, on paper, not email. It was nearly 25 years old, really old school. It had a rich mix of odors from a different time and place: mouth-watering redfish, sweet magnolias, river rats, pea soup, Taco Bell, catbirds, anoles (yes, they have a delicious scent), and cats. I was intrigued. I flipped through the letters, sniffing and thinking as I touched each one. Finally i opened one and read it. I could NOT believe my good fortune: in the attic of my humans I have discovered the correspondence of HRH Dixie and SalPal. OMG.
Seriously. OMG.
OMG.
I read and read until I was falling asleep reading. I napped and read some more. I had barely finished the first letter when I had to nap again. The letter I read was certainly not their first, and I was a little lost for context. From the oral history I was raised on, I know that SalDix were an amazing duo, living somewhere South of us, perhaps in Atlantic City or even Cape May. I don't really know. I know they were the avant garde in the modern literature of cats, chronicling their days and nights, recording their adventures for their humans. Everyone knows them, well, I mean everyone knows their legend.
I could not read all of the letters in one sitting. There are hundreds. Ok, maybe dozens. I don't really know how many: who needs to be precise with these topics anyway? Some are in other languages. It's so exciting. I now know what I will do when my humans are busy. What a treasure! I was so inspired by the first letter I read that I decided that I, too, must write. I must record my thoughts for posterity.
My humans often tell me that they will buy me a new scratch pad for Christmas since I love mine so. Well, I shall also make a present for them and invite them to my blog. Until then, SHHHHHHH, its Top Secret. Only for you and me to know about.
With love,
Piper
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