Posted by on Aug 27, 2013 | 2 comments

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Oh, you two cuties–you shouldn’t have….but I love fan mail; what kitty doesn’t?

 

 

Well, I just received these two pictures and letters from these kitties (see below) and they were so articulate and said so much about kitties everywhere that I decided to publish them today so that you could be touched by their stories. Do you remember Mungo Jerry and “In the Summertime”? Well, Gerry is Gerry and Jerry is Jerry but you get the drift, and I’m pretty sure that Mungo is a distant cousin, although I’m not sure with that nose…yeah, he is.

I think that that song, too, puts a nice exclamation point on the end of summer, which is approaching. I’m listening as I write and I think I’m going have to get up and boogie!

(Thank you, Perian Ardocyl)

 

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I, Gerry am a small, scruffy black chap. I had a very rough time in life then
someone dumped me at the vets where I lived for six weeks mostly being very ill
with calici virus. I have no bristles on my tongue, that’s why my coat is always
a mess. I get brushed every day and sometimes get my coat clipped off in summer.
I love my apes and despite initially hating all other cats everywhere, I now
love them all.  I have no teeth, but can gum a shrew to death with ease (and eat
it) My bum froze rather whilst I graciously posed as the ape took hours to take
this picture.

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I, Mungo am the handsome black and white tuxedo fella.
I’m a louche, end of a good night out kinda tuxie, my sleeves are rolled up, my
shirt front is sometimes slightly grubby and from some angles it looks as if my
trousers have fallen down. I was a skinny and sad stray until I turned up at the
ape’s door on a freezing, sleety day in Febrary 2012. I also have FIV, but am
very healthy. Lots of vets like to kill kitties with FIV because they don’t
realise that it isn’t such a terrible virus and if kitties are well cared for,
then they can live long happy lives.  I love all other cats in the world and am
rather fond of my apes too. I have trained the apes and the vets to never say I
am fat, but to say I am “well muscled”