Letters For Andrew

 Hello Andrew!           I love, love, LOVE writing letters to you. Do you know why? It’s because when I’m writing I’m thinking about your handsome face and it eases the ache in my heart from missing you so much, that’s why!           Tiger!           Tiger, Tiger, Tiger!           That cat!           Do you know what he did? He caught a beautiful little bird. I’m sure he was going to eat it but I didn’t let him. Since the yellow finch was still alive, I made Tiger turn it lose and it flew away. Boy-oh-boy! Was Tiger mad at me!           Then he chased a chipmunk up a little tree.             I don’t even know if cats eat chipmunks. But it was this little guy’s lucky day becau...

 Dear Andrew,           Guess who went gigging!           “What’s gigging mean?” you ask.           Gigging means to catch small fish or frogs with something that has a lot of little prongs on it. In this case, that would be claws at the end of Tiger’s foot!           Tiger caught another frog!           The frog wasn’t moving.           Was he dead?           I picked him up and he didn’t move. I watched to see if I could see him breathe. I couldn’t. I turned him over to see if I could detect a heartbeat. He flopped like a wet noodle and I couldn’t see any heartbeat either. But that leads me to another question. Can you see a frog’s heartbeat? I don’t know. Even though he wasn’t m...

  Dear Andrew,           You won’t believe what happened to us this week!           Oh! My! Goodness!           It was quite an adventure!           Pap-pap wants a new tractor. He wants this tractor.                This tractor lives up in New York state about one hundred twelve miles away from us. It takes about two and a half hours to drive that far.               When we started out, the sky was so dark in the background, but the sun was shining in the foreground. This always seems eerie to me.               We had only gone a few miles when I see two deer. They were on the road but jumping up onto a steep bank. I yell, “DEER!” and pointed.   ...

  My dearest Andrew,           You just would not believe what goes on around here!           “Tell me, Mimi,” you say.           Okay! I will!           This week, our fierce fighting machine was out on the prowl looking for a worthy opponent. That means that Tiger was on the hunt.           And Tiger is a very good hunter! He catches lots of mice — one or two every day!            Tiger brings whatever he catches up onto my patio and eats it there.           “EWWW,” you say.           I know, right! But I think you would feel different about it if you were a cat! They like to eat mice!           “At l...