Another day in the neighborhood

Sonny and I in December 2013

Good morning. It’s been awhile since I have written you a letter. I am currently composing this in my head while curled up on a fancy human bed at home alone preparing for day nap numero uno. 

I lost my cousin Sonny this week. It turns out he had cancer and likely had it for awhile. I don’t know why he didn’t tell me that when I visited over Christmas. I always thought he was simply a nervous ninny and didn’t understand the value of food, but alas, the real reason came out when he visited the doctor for his eating problem. This will no doubt make his housemates and other cousins super sad as I am. You never know what might be lingering in all of us.

This mornings walk was lovely. I read all the snow cone messages from my elusive neighborhood friends. We rarely see each other in person, but have been in communication via bushes, grass and currently snow cones. It seems that Lola from down the street also tried to nab the carrot from the snowman in Petunia’s yard. I still don’t understand why there would be three round mounds of snow piled up with a hat on and a carrot sticking out of the topmost sphere. I was initially scared of the awkward snow drift, but then I caught a whiff of one of my favorite veggies and rapidly lost my fear. Maybe next time, I’ll manage to grab it as we move by on our morning explorations.

Ok. Time to snooze now. Bye.

Love, Zig