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Dear Michael,
Today, I met a human. He took me into his home. I’m fed, I’ve had a bath, and I’m safe. This human really likes to touch me. I think it’s odd, but it makes my heart feel like it’s going faster. Do you think my body is trying to tell me to mate with him? I just met him, so I wouldn’t dare to. Plus, we don’t speak the same language. The only thing he understands is that I’m happy when I purr. He has these fuzzy creatures in his home. He calls them “puppies”. I’m very fond of them. They make barking sounds, but it seems different from our barks. It’s barely understandable. I think one was trying to say something about “belly rubs,” whatever those are. Anyway, the man is back home. I will write again soon. Is Lola alright? I miss them already.
Best wishes, Gerard