The Long Quiche Goodbye, by Avery Aames
Purrrrrr. I mean, pssssst. Get this. I'm in the office at The Cheese Shop and I'm all alone and Charlotte doesn't have a clue that I know how to type. How cool is that? I'm not truly sneaky, but I heard about all these other pals of mine getting a chance to write a note to readers, and well, I had to take a moment to write one of my own.
See, I'm Rags, Charlotte's Ragdoll cat. She brings me to Fromagerie Bessette every day, and I get to lounge around in the office. I'm not allowed in The Cheese Shop, but that's understandable. Health reasons. As long as she brings me a nibble of Mascarpone cheese, I'm in heaven.
Bozz--he's Charlotte's internet guru, a rangy kid with a flop of hair--he comes into the office and pets me whenever he's here. He likes it when I wrap around his neck and just hang there. It makes him laugh.
Grandmere--Charlotte's grandmother--isn't quite sure what to do with me. I mean, she likes me and all, I think, but she's sort of officious. She claps her hands. Makes sure I'm not walking on the desk, getting into things. I'll hear her say, "That cat," and she's not pleased. I really don't know what I'm doing wrong. I'm just, well, being a cat. I like to laze, like to snoop.
Rebecca--Charlotte's assistant--she's sort of kooky funny. She makes faces at me.
The twins--Amy and Clair--are my best buds. Clair, especially. She likes to read to me.
And Charlotte? I adore Charlotte. She's good to me. She took me in when I had nowhere else to go. See, I'm sort of a scaredy-cat. I get spooked. An animal rescuer had me about a minute. I'm not quite sure how long that is in cat-years. Anyway, she brought me to Charlotte, and it was love at first sight. I loved how she smiled at me and scratched my ears. She set me on the floor and immediately rubbed my belly. There's almost nothing better than that. She cooed over the spot on my eye. She said it's pretty. And she worried over the spot on my tail. Long story. Alley cat attack. I did my sporting best, but that wasn't good enough. Shook me up so good I didn't know where I lived any more.
But after that to-do, I became more aware of my surroundings. I hear things better, smell things better. I sense things. Whenever I sense danger...I try to tell Charlotte, but she simply pets me and says, "There, there." I've got to figure out how to communicate better. I think it would freak her out if I typed her a message and left it on the computer, don't you?
By the way...I think Charlotte should make cheese cat biscuits, don't you?