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Hi Count, As you can see by the attached picture above, it has been a fine week, so far. This is a picture of my amor de jour named "Fluffy" (what else?) She is a refined young lady whose tastes match mine. We have been a item for the last few days and her housekeeper (remember, we never refer to them as owners!) even let me in to eat with her and sit beside her at the fireplace. But, alas, her housekeepers left a lot to be desired in the income and accommodations departments. But, she was such a lovely lady and so susceptible to my natural charm and good looks, that I almost wavered. I'm back on the road and continuing my pursuit of the good life.I hitched a ride with a trucker over to the next city. He apparently felt sorry for me and poured me a large saucer of milk. This burg looks a lot more promising than Fluffy's overgrown crossroads; I miss her already... that long black hair with those yellow eyes! Gad! But, I can't afford to settle down in the midst of my quest. In the morning, after a good sleep I have my eye on a fine Victorian mansion in the downtown area. The town seems to be well-stocked with some fine, furry, female felines that need the pleasure of my company. Meanwhile Count, I will e-mail the result of my pilgrimage (if any) later this week.
Strutz the Cat
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Is it just me, or does that cat have a Victorian gentleman's facial hair as well as its own?
Strutz the Cat writes a far more eloquent than my long haired Persian, Pushkin. And you’d like to think that a cat with the name, Pushkin, would be capable of stringing a few coherent thoughts together. But, alas, Pushkin mostly writes semi-incoherent (as opposed to semi-coherent) notes scrawled on sticky post-its. Her letters are directed to the newspapers, large companies, CEOs, and, of course, me. Pushkin’s missives tend to be vitriolic and mostly one note. (The subject being food.)
By way of brief sample, I share a note he left me this morning before he went out “courting.”
“Hey, you! Yah you! The puke of a troglodyte that feeds me. What’s with the dry food? I want wet food. And booze. And I want it now. I know the vet says I’m a nasty drunk but he’s a %&*ing liar and a dog person on top of that. Don’t make me slay ya in yer sleep “Cause I will.”
It’s all very unsettling.
Why thank you so much for returning my visit! I'm glad you enjoyed my blog...and I thank you so much for all your encouragement! You are a true gentleman :-) I am very impressed with your blog...are you the illustrator as well as the author? Your blog is quite a terrific find! I'll be back!~Janine
Good morning, milord.
Love the Strutz letters. Having had a roaming cat in my youth I have to wonder if yours is actually out staying away for a day or two or is this total fabrication fun? However it is, I love the victorian image!
Peace!
Lee
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