Letters to Moggy.

•My Guest •

Dearest Moggy,

Today I have learned that one of my dearest friends is without a home. I shall not burden him with the questions of how and why, but shall welcome him into my home just long enough for him to find someplace new. I was cleaning the house today, though I felt unwell. I have had the most persistent and peeving headache as of late. It is like the lower left side of my face has decided to torment me for every sin I have previously committed. I am lounging, for now, hoping that the rest of my drudgery will somehow vanish, but I know it impossible. My friend's name is Naomi, and though it is a girls name, I do like the sound of it especially when I call to him. He is a tall man, and almost lean. I think that if I was to push him too hard, he would shatter. I laugh as I write that, because I know he would be so very displeased with me for telling such preposterous things. I must rest now Moggy. I hope all is well with you.

Love,
Stray