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The McBrine Family
Dear Friend
This letter is written with partial consent of the owner of this family,
Lady Charlene. (She has never given her full consent to anything I ever
wanted to do except feed her.) Of course, she comes from a long line of
royalty even if it hasn't been discovered yet.
We are planning our annual celebration of the time she came to
live in our home and formally adopted us. It was about nine or
ten years ago. (She's a little vain and lies about her age as
some females even of the human variety have been known to do.)
We as her devoted slaves politely forget the exact year, but are
compelled to provide an appropriate feast at this time. Along
with fresh food of the canned nature and dry food of the packaged
type, turkey and tuna may also be consumed. Then, we sit around
and tell the tales of the adventures of Lady Charlene, feline
extrodinaire.
In the beginning, all we had was each other and no one to guide
us. Then, one day a friend called and reported that some kittens
had been born and were about to be dispersed. We hurriedly ventured
forth to find only one surviving tortoise kitten blending in with
the shadows under a leaf. Her mother and siblings had vanished.
We will never know the entire truth, but Charlene is to this day
deathly afraid of black, plastic bags. (Just a note of explanation:
Sometimes she allows me to call her by her less formal title,
Charlene.)
I reached under that leaf and picked up the ball of fluff who
would become the ruler of our household. She sat in the palm of
my hand and snuggled into my neck. Since then, she has helped
me make major decisions in my life, helped me rear my boys, and
ignored me whenever possible.
Here's to you Lady C! May you continue your long and noble rein!
Your devoted slaves,
the McBrine Family
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