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Foutchie’s Fan Mail
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Falgannon Isle
17th April, 2005
Dear Lady Foutchie,
I wrote you recently about reviewing my…hmm…book
Invasion of Falgannon Isle… about a wee isle in the Outer Hebrides.
It’s a loving look at Scottish quirkiness, one might describe as a cross
between Brigadoon and Cold Comfort Farm. It has romance, revenge,
lots of laughs and has been described as “pure Scottish Heart”.
I was checking to see if you had received my…our ARC.
Best Wishes,
The Cat Dudley
Dear Lord Dudley,
Sorry, I have not gotten back to your sooner, but I have been a bit
under the weather. Not precisely sure what that means, but that is
one of those people sayings. I had a nasty head cold that kept my lady
at wits end for nearly a week. Never having been sick a day in my
perfect life, I was suddenly plagued by unseen germies that caused
sniffles, running eyes and made it hard to breathe. I was not a happy
cat! My lady kept saying it’s a shame kitties cannot blow their noses!
Not entirely sure I can wrap my moggie mind around that image.
Of course, I got sick Saturday night before Easter. Have you ever tried
to find a vet on Easter weekend? My lady mumcat finally found an
emergency centre, so she rushed me there. They said they could find
nothing wrong with me, and wanted to keep me for a couple days.
Thankfully, lady mumcat said no! They gave me some awful tasting
stuff to poke down my throat and we came home. I wasn’t doing well,
so on Monday she dragged me to the regular vet. He said I was very
healthy and could find nothing wrong with me. Then why was I feeling
so bad? Tuesday symptoms really showed. Runny nose, could not
breath except through my mouth. She dragged me to a specialist
vet. She said I had kitty flu and it would take 5-10 days to run it’s
course.
After three visits to three different vets, I am a happy cat again.
However, I am very behind in going through my fan mails. I am
sure you ARC – is that another people label is in my huge stack
of fam…hum, fan mail.
I shall get to your novel as soon as I finish killing tricksy Orcs.
I thinks Clloydd is an Orc, he’s been stealing my taters, precious!
Must ask, are you an Earl or a Marquis, Sir Dudley?
Respectfully yours,
Foutchie the Precious
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