The fat wench told me that I need to apologize and tell you thank you for giving me my very own pages on your website. I feel honored that you posted them, and am very gratified to be the first, I think, cat to have his own web pages (besides the statue cats [Romeo & Juliet], Chloe, and the evil Tiffany) on your site.

This being said, please disregard the package being sent to you in a plastic wrapped brown box with a toxic waste symbol on it. I think that Dave Stevenson may still get one in the mail, but if not, please forward the package that you will receive. Do not, under any circumstances, open it without wearing a gas mask and chemical suit. Dave Stevenson will not need those precautions.

In any case, I hope this doesn't change the affections of a certain beautiful little tiger-striped lady towards yours truly. I was planning on heading to Melbourne right after leaving the coast of Afrika, but had to agree to go to Thailan, or risk a vote of no-confidence, as two many cats were talking about Thai chicken. They'd better be worth giving up the fastest route to you, my beloved Chloe.

This weekend, I'm visiting Lions, Cheetahs, and Leopards. I hope to learn more management techniques from them, as I'm having a harder time controlling the crew this year. Politics is not meant for the faint-furred.

Yours in Fishies,

Cap'n Pine Cone esq.
August 31, 2003

---

Copyright © Pam Shirk