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My dearest Lulabelle,
It is with misgivings that I write this missive to you on this fateful eve, for a portion of me would rather that you be spared the certainty of my fate. Alas, I am an honest individual, and so I must relate to you the dire nature of our circumstance.
The felines have encircled us on all sides. We are constantly beset by the foul odor of their droppings, and the sharp, flitting glint of their eyes through the darkness. Our treat supplies dwindle, even as the feather toys become so much mulch at their furious claws. Our ankles are heavy with the fur of their rubbing, mewling advances.
O, Lulabelle, how I long to be in your arms. Instead, they are filed with the mewling cuddles of these wretchedly adorable beasts. They will beset us ruthlessly, and though their stentch may be overpowering, I fear it shall be their cuteness that is my undoing.
Yours,
Rezanald Q Tiger, Esq.