Today I died. I appear to have had a little altercation with someone, probably a fox. I look every so slightly beaten up, and my fur is a bit ruffled. I also appear to have tried to take a bite out of whoever it was. I guess I won the fight but lost the war. But I am still beautiful, and just look like I am stretched out peacefully asleep. My mum found me, lying on the lawn. She cried and wrapped me up and cuddled me and said nice things. I love my mum and I know she loves me. I'm sorry she's sad. She says she is going to make a list of all the things she loves about me and that she will remember me for ever. I am going now. My beautiful body is buried beneath the tree, just where I always loved to lie. But I am still there with you. I will love you always.
Your lovely Abby Alley Cat.
