Current location:	homeish
Current mood:	bouncy
Current music:	lily allen

cat,chirruping and warm tingling
I snatched the ivory letter from within the dark maw of the mailbox, tenderly carrying it inside, ignoring my last name-- hoping the database elves had worked their magic-- knowing it didn't matter if they hadn't-- glad that the letter had found me despite my recent move, and even more glad it had reached me before I embark to the dry Northwest of Costa Rica! Or not so dry as the Season has officially changed its name to "Rainy."  As I peeled the wax carefully away from the paper, cursing myself as it torn a bit away, I quickly investigated the individual sheets and yelped (quietly) with fanboyish glee-- She Signed IT! I immediately began reading and as with every reading of Cat's stories I found the continuation of the tale amazing and brilliant. She used "chirruped!" I mumbled something about two-"p's" cursing my own lexigraphical ignorance and plunged back in.

Truly great-- at least to this jaded yet hopeful curmudgeon.  I have been on the underside of the Sisyphean stone of late and your story is what I needed (and need). I wanted to share it but instead imagined a dragon with a great, golden hoard of stories.  I want to be that dragon.  I'll share when the pile is high enough! And Cat when I am in the forests, and on the beaches of Costa Rica I will listen and watch for the Thing That Calls for the Cat and I will send it to you upon my return. Huzzah!