Amber’s second letter
Dear Dear Mary,
More people have been to see me. The Jenny Person brought her mother this morning and she was very gentle and quiet, a bit like you Dear Mary.
Do you remember the first time I saw you? I was only a big kitten, a few months old. I’d been having a horrible time. After I was taken from my own warming mother nothing was nice. I had two brothers and they were taken away by some small people and their parents, but no one seemed to want me. I was growing bigger and my mother had been saying it was time I left her and had a home of my own. Then one day the shouting man who lived in the same house as my mother (she didn’t like him) stuffed me roughly into a smelly bag and carried me for hours and hours before pulling me out and saying, ‘Time to look after yourself pussy-cat. Go and catch mice, that’s what cats are meant to do isn’t it ?’
He then left me in a dark hedge and it was cold. The world was so big. I felt smaller than the day I was born. I was so very frightened. I sat more still than still for days and nights. But then I got so hungry I moved slowly, slowly, towards a huge building where there were tempting smells of food.
Speaking of which, the Jenny Person has just come in with my tea. She’s not a bad person at all, but I think she must be lonely, for she sleeps on the bed with me at night and I purr to her when I feel like it. I know she’s been talking to you, using that white lump with the buttons and long silvery whisker. I think it’s what you used to call ‘the phone’ though it doesn’t look the same. She’s been telling you how I am and you’ve been saying you’re so sad without me. Why am I here then and when am I coming home Dear Mary?