How are you doing? Summer’s coming closer, are you excited? It’s getting sunnier and warmer here as the days go by.
Pearl has a problem with urinating on the spare bedroom’s bedsheets and the couch lately. She’s distressed, probably because of the boys being around, but I don’t know how to make her feel better. Treats it is, I suppose. The cat-patio (catio, as we call it) was finished recently. It took some coaxing to get them to go out, but all of the cats seem to like it. They’ll probably like it more as summer comes. I just hope they don’t get too comfortable with being outside, in case they should happen to wander off and get lost if the opportunity presented itself.
We didn’t worry about Fang back home ever, did we? She wasn’t one to come out from under the couch a lot, let alone the house. Poor thing… Put some flowers on her grave sometime for me, Soren. It’s illegal for me to try.
I feel dejected more than ever. Perhaps when school is over I will feel better. Are you doing alright? How are you faring? I find it hard to believe that either of us could ever really be doing well. Still, don’t mind my dispirited-ness. I’m sure we each have our own comforts to distract us from all of it.
Write to me someday, even if only to tell me you won’t. I love you.
With love,
Alice