My dear friends,

Even though it’s technically spring for another few days, it feels like summer — the heat hit us full on last week, and I’ve been hard pressed to do much more than do my best impression of a tuxedo puddle. Even without Prozac, I’ve been quiet and mellow. I can hardly even remember what mojo is, let alone get mine on. Ah, well. Napping has turned out to be a good substitute.

In all honesty, though, I’m not just napping, I’m thinking. Reflecting. Pondering. See, my friend Casper hasn’t been feeling well lately. The people here are taking such good care of him, and all his friends have been spending time with him, making him as happy and comfortable as possible. I wish I could do more to help him, but these people really know how to take care of us. And that’s what’s got me thinking.

I’ve been here at Tabby’s Place for years, and through thick and thin, through heart disease and aggression, on good days and bad, the people here have always loved me and treated me so wonderfully — even when (I’ll admit) I behaved badly. This year has been monumental for me: my health has been declared stable, I’m officially more adoptable, and I don’t even need my Bad Kitty pills any more. I’ve never been as sick as Casper is now, but I know that if I ever am, no matter what, the people here will love and take care of me.

You’re part of that, too. I may seem glib and silly at times, but I know that you help care for me as well. I’m so full of gratitude for all of you, for sponsoring me, for cheering my successes, and most of all, for loving me. I love you back!

Yours,
Boots