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 NitaDear Meho, I used to live in a tiny apartment in the city. All day long I lay around on the sofa, ate cat food and other tasty things (socks, soap, flies, etc.) and of course my favourite hobby scratching the wall paper. Unfortunately my then parents failed to appreciate this artistic expression, especially when the landlord announced that it would cost 6000F to put right!!! Consequently they decided that I should go to live elsewhere, preferably with SPACE to roam. A colleague of my ex-mom's agreed to take me immediately. They had a huge garden and another cat whom they thought would be a little companion for me, humans!!! A week later after a long drive in a yucky cat basket I arrived at my new home. Joy. Bliss. Freedom. Territory as far as the eye could see. Cool breezes and juicy mice, but best of all butterflies. The ones with the orange wings are best. Someday soon I intend to write a book about the fine art of catching them. The other cat was easy to subdue and my paradise was complete. Now I spend my days lolling around in the sun or beating up the less well bred village cats. Take my advice Meho, wreck the apartment and all you have ever dreamt about will come true. Yours with purrs, Nita |
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Bonjour. My name is Nita, actually it's Juanita but you know what
owners are like, anything longer than a grunt and they've lost
it! As you may have guessed I'm French, although my mom and dad
are English. As soon as I read your letter I felt that I just
had to tell my story. Luckily my mom is a surferholic, so it's
really easy for me to get access to her E-mail address.