Fan mail.

I am a modest cat. Well, maybe modest isn't the right word. What do you call it when you have an unerring sense of self importance unshaken by others' doubt of your awesomeness and you can't help but acknowledge that you are without a doubt this century's most valued treasure?

Well, modest or not, my rise to fame has been quite recent. Even a cat with such a healthy amount of self esteem and dignity as I may now and then be shocked and quite happily surprised to discover that my fan base is indeed present and full of adoration (any why shouldn't they be?). Just over the past week or so I have received two separate, non-commissioned pieces of literary homage to my humble self, and I present them here for you gaze upon. I hope that you will enjoy them as I have.

The first is from my dear friend, Kim:

"I'm in love with a kitty with eyes of blue,
He's got me fooled, this much is true.
He seems to be so sweet and kind,
Proof that my love for him is blind.
I don't even see all that he does wrong.
That's why I immortalize him in song.

Come play with me, Arthur, and I'll be your friend.
I bet you wish your song would never end.
You make us all so happy with the things you do.
I bet you can even do "cute" on cue!"

Quite marvelous, isn't it? Thank you, Kim.

The second is from my dear friend, Carolyn:

"AN ODE TO KING ARTHUR OF CANADA
There once was a kitty named Arthur;
A Canadian kitty with white fur;
He cleaned in the sun,
Taught his people to run,
And Fetch what he m-e-o-w-e-d his heart 'fer!!!"

Lovely, don't you think? Thank you, Carolyn.

And there you have it! My first pieces of fan mail. Many more to come, I'm sure.