Dear Lily,

When I came home from work, I saw you standing in front of my house. I ran to you, but you tried to crawl under a palette to hide. You were fast, but I was faster. You made yowling noises as I pulled you from the palette. I held you so you couldn’t get away. I named you Lily because you are white and delicate.  Whenever I hold you, I remember the movie Fivel Goes West.  When Cat R was being mauled by a woman, she called him “pussy poo”. I gave you that nickname and I have called you “pussy poo“ ever since.

I love your soft, white, thick fur and your soft meow. Thank you for always using the litter box. Thank you for letting me know when you want to go outside or come back inside.

Why do you ran away from me when I approach you? The only time you come to me is when I am in the bathroom. You hop onto the sink so I will turn on the faucet and you can get a drink. Are you afraid of me? I have never hurt you. I only want to hold you and love you.  I have never stuffed you into my shirt like I did with Mahana. I have never make you do the cheerleader dance like I did with Snowie. I have never irritated until you started hissing you like I did with Yukie. I never put you on top of my head Like a hat like I did with Pete. You have no reason to be afraid of me.

Never forget you are my favorite cat and I love you.

Love,

Rachel