Dear Victoria
You know, it funny what you can see from up high; it's even funnier what I can see from my perch. It's not just Pekes and Pollicle that I keep watch for; sometimes all is quite and I look around the Junkyard – to see what's going on. I can see Tugger, being swarmed by the young queens; Munkustrap consoling Demeter after she lets her emotions and fears get the better of her; Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer sneaking off to cause mischief; why, I even see those who are being courted. The other night, I looked upon the land and I saw you and Mistofelees, walking about the Junkyard. Paw in paw and getting, shall we say, cozy. I must say that my heart melt, seeing such love and devotion between two kits, such as yourselves.
Mind you that devotion was short lived. The next night; I looked down, and there you were – giggling like some blooming fool in love. I expected to see young Mistofelees by your side, but do you know what, or shall I say who, I saw Victoria? I'm sure you do know; and I'm sure that Plato knows too. After all he was there, was he not? I must say that I was disgusted; not even Tugger leads on two such as you do – he sticks with one until he grows tired of her, but never multitasks himself between two queens. Unless you have grown bored of Mistofelees; the poor lad, he seems so in love. Maybe I should come down for a bit and consol him – he does know that you two are over right?
Victoria, love is a fickle thing that can get you into a pickle – such as the one you're currently in. I'll be paying attention Victoria – to who you're tomcatting around and if I find that you have led them on long enough... I may just tell them about your little, shall we say, love triangle.
The Great Rumpus Cat
A/N: Poet's been persuading me to do a Rumpus Cat letter; I bet she was expecting the "Now I want to be known as – The Wonderful Rumpus Cat" one. Ha; and 'Ha' on her once more. Looks at clock I'd just be getting home now if school was still on. We were hit by a blizzard again – some 30 odd cm of snow and then some freezing rain. It weird, coming from a small town and all, not everyone knows who won the hockey game and by how much but if there's a blizzard heading our way we all know – and in detail. How much snow, when it'll hit, the humidity rate, and what not. I find it amusing – it spreads faster then any form of gossip. Anywho – my exams start Friday (Art), then Monday (French), and Thursday (English), so I'll have plenty of time to write if I'm not in the Decorating room helping with the totem polls for the Winter Carnival.
Mima-Love – Hollah! It is much easier to type; he's a five year old genius. My black outs weren't the highlight of my life – I never did get hurt by them though. I don't listen to mine – not all the time at least – such as right now; Mom says to get out of my PJs. Hah; like I'm about to do that. I'll do that next tome, or I'll just print out the first few chapters to hook her and then make her read the rest on her own. Tehehe – rambunctious – good word. I like it. Thank you (even though it was Poet's letter she dictated it to me so I technically did write it) happy dances along Duck cheese Rules!
Chimmy-Lava – We can tell that he's not at least, Rumpel... she'll be less then pleased by his response - trust me. You still sore about being called a 'dog' huh? You knew all that because I/we told you – so consider yourself smart and informed. I shan't forget duck cheese and Hollah-ing back!
Were you ever so bored that you thought that you were going to throw up?
...........No
Then you have no idea what I'm going through