Happy September, Royal Family!

Your Queen and I hope this honey-gold month is off to a sweet start for you.

September kicks off the year’s “-embers” with the warmth of bright beginnings. The part of me that is around nine years old — the wisest, most cat-like part — still gets excited every autumn. It feels like a bonus New Year, all full of possibility.

Prescott certainly feels this way. As the cozy part of the day comes earlier and earlier, she  glistens with bliss. Even for a cat whose default mood is “delighted,” Prescott seems to have a particular gleam of expectation this month.

If she were an elementary schooler, she would be sharing her best crayons with you. If she were college-bound, she would be attempting to declare a major in “Everything,” since that is her area of interest.

But she is the world’s most splendid silver tabby, so she is sunning herself in the Community Room.

Yes, dear sponsors, the decree was delivered in Prescott’s favor. You will recall that, this time last month, Prescott was campaigning to be counted among the Community Room cats.

Much as she (still and always) loved her Lobby, the adjacent Community Room captured her heart. Not only is it the setting of different food (and we all know that “different” means “somehow superior”), but it is filled with elderly cats.

Gentle, drowsy, dreamy, geriatric cats.

And although Prescott is younger than springtime, she has a heart as kind as a million Mee-Maws, and a sweet spot for cats in the autumn of their lives.

There was some concern that Prescott’s “dual citizenship,” with its expanded menu, might aggravate her gastrointestinal issues. But Prescott persevered, running through that Community Room door each time it opened. Her tummy agreed with her spirit: this could only be good for her health.

And so, our vet team agreed: Queen Prescott the Great and Good hereby rules over both the Lobby and the Community Room.

This is stellar news for Prescott, but even better news for both the Lobby and the Community Room. As you know better than anyone, proximity to Prescott is the fastest route to happiness.

Although our moonbeam can reach speeds that would make a cheetah jealous, Prescott’s time in the Community Room moves at a slower pace. Lobby Prescott gallops and gavottes; Community Room Prescott sunbathes and dreams. Lobby Prescott is always alert to shenanigans in her vicinity; Community Room Prescott borrows the peace of placid old cats.

I am convinced this was Prescott’s motivation all along. She’s not above enjoying a contraband cookie now and then, but mere snacks could never be enough to enchant our Prescott. It is the glow of gentleness that keeps her coming back.

In the Community Room, you’ll find our Queen quiet and unhurried. Her hobbies here are mellow, even meditative, watching birds in the window feeders and letting the sun sketch kisses on each of her stripes and spots. There is no haste here, only the rise and fall of full, purring bellies.

OK, and the occasional rise of Prescott to her tippy-toes, if those birds go bananas. Someone’s gotta keep the Community Room seniors smiling. Prescott’s good for them that way.

But for the most part, if Lobby cats are caffeinated squirrels, Community Room cats are drowsy walruses. Prescott is equally at home with both, because Prescott is at home in her own spirit.

When you carry love everywhere you go, you can never really leave home.

From the homey Community Room to the hopping Lobby, Prescott is aglow. Excellent health leaves her free to contemplate the geese flying overhead, and to spend her energy cheering and comforting whoever needs it most. As summer yields to autumn, Prescott goes from peace to peace.

And that, sweet sponsors, has everything to do with you.

Thank you for your steadfast generosity to our girl. May this cozy season wrap you in hope and happiness. You are so very dear to us.

Love, your correspondent,
Angela