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Dear Astoria,
Do you remember how much I adore cats? Do you remember how much I adore Siamese in particular?
No I haven't gone and brought a pet cat, that would be silly while I'm driving across the continent. The amount of paperwork I'd have to do and I'd be worrying about whether he or she was safe or…
Needless to say, I'm not keen on the idea. At least, not until I'm back in Britain.
But I digress.
The lady we're staying with at the moment has this beautiful Siamese who just loves attention. I'm perfectly happy to sit there and talk to the cat while I stroke her and she's the perfect listener. Never interrupts or says anything, she just purrs as I stroke her behind her ears.
I feel kind of embarrassed saying this, but…I always feel better after talking to her. I mean, I really shouldn't be complaining. As far as my past is concerned, I got off lightly. I was never tortured, I was never attacked by a werewolf or other such dark creatures. True I've lost friends, but I think everyone has. I really should count my blessings really and consider myself lucky.
And yet…I still feel as though….never mind, it's just silly.
Well wishes,
Your sister Daphne