My sweet little Tweetie,
You were just eight weeks old and I had often wondered what you would have looked like, walking around the apartment, as an adult. You were a silvery-gray tiger tabby with dark black stripes -not an uncommon type, but I loved your sweet little face. It was unique. I remember your playing with my long hair while I was trying to sleep at night. I understand that you were just trying to tell me you loved me.
Love,
| Tweetie |
| August 1989 |
| Janet |