Pine Cone left a message on my computer, again

My most dear Chloe,

I read this over the fat wench's shoulder just now and I will be your
partner in any fashion in which you will have me. After we defeat the
pirate Fifi and his villainous crew on "The Black Pearl," we will be
returning to FranknNikki's Island. Will you be pawfasted to me then? You
may consider it for a year and a day, but I will consider it as always.
Your red crushed velvet pillow and our matching collars await your pleasure.
The supply of gourmet gooshy food is intact in spite of muttering from the
crew. I suddenly feel as though I could take on the world and win.

Your loving

Pine Cone




-----Original Message-----
From: Flippy
Sent: Jun 25, 2008 7:45 PM
To:
Subject: FLIPPY'S MAILING LIST - AN EXCERPT FROM CHLOE'S DIARY


AN EXCERPT FROM CHLOE'S DIARY
Dear Diary,

My poor Pine Cone! I stood him up at the altar. My poor, poor love.
My heart is sad because he is sad, I cry because he cries, I yowl because he
yowls. But what was I supposed to do? I love him with all my heart, and wish
to be his forever ladycat, but *marriage*? How can a modern girlcat like me
submit to *marriage*? The institution that has enslaved my kind, relegated
us to second place, put us little above domestic drudges, churning out
bitties regardless of our will (thankfully I don't have *that* problem, but
the principle is there)?

And yet, and yet? Could I truly vow to be bound to another *for all
nine lives*? I mean, we love each other desperately, but things can and do
change, what if the unthinkable happens and we find ourselves bound together
without love? Would we turn into the sort of couple that prefer to make fur
fly than to groom it lovingly? Surely it would have been better to have
never bound ourselves in the first place than to end up like that?

Oh, diary, if there was only another way for Pine Cone and I to be
wink winks without all that extra baggage this 'marriage' implies. Would he
consider the traditional season-and-a-day pawfasting? We could renew our
vows each time the Mouser sails, free to choose each time whether to stay or
to go. Hopefully to stay of course, but always free to go. Perhaps he will
be happy with this compromise?

Oh, Pine Cone, why is love so difficult?

Love,
C.

Copyright © Vicky Chapman
June 22, 2008

The continuing saga: http://www.flippyscatpage.com/chloe-veil.html