A LETTER TO OUR CAT, IN CASE HE HEARD WHAT DAD SAID ABOUT HIM

Link, I love you endlessly.

I don’t care that you don’t sit on our laps very much,

or climb up our legs every time we come through the door.

It doesn’t bother me that sometimes you leave the house all day,

or that you don’t always respond when we call.

Dad says it’s a shame that we don’t have a cat who does those things,

one that would show their reciprocal affection in obvious ways.

Nevertheless,

when you let our brothers rub the sleep from your eyes,

when you sit in the kitchen watching Mum cook,

when you stare at Dad for hours as he works,

when you let me stroke you whilst I’m reading my book -

it’s clear that you know that you are ours, and we, in turn, are yours.

I know you love us. I just do.

(and Dad knows it secretly too)