Sappy love letter to my dad

on Sunday, November 20, 2011 at 9:50am

(While looking through some stuff my step mom Nancy sent me I found a letter I wrote to my dad. I remember the time. I missed him so much it actually hurt inside. Mom had kidnapped us and took us to Texas. We were in DeSoto and I had written to dad once we were unpacked and settled (I got in a lot of trouble for that one, because of course Dad let the judge know where we were and we had to move back two months later.) Dad had written me back and this was my response.  I read it and had to laugh because I don't sound anywhere near as sad as I felt. I have added notes in parentheses to explain the animals


                                                                                                                                                    March 15

Dear Dad,

I miss you too. We have moved again and we gota friend. Her name is Lenette. Lenette has 83 goats. We know about Peggy the mountain lion (Peggy was a three legged mountain lion owned by our neighbor she cared for injured animals that could not be re released into the wild. Peggy had died.)  How is Butcheye the Leopard Cat (another cat belonging to our neighbor)? How is Snow and the kittens (my white fuzzy kitty that i was forced to leave behind)?  How is Panchita (pet Ocelot belonging to our neighbor.  She had a zoo license and raised monkeys but she had some other animals too.)?  We are painting the house.  Hulda is going to have triplets (my Saanen goat).  Clover might have twins (our two year old goat).  Clover acts like always does like a little kid (pun was intended).  Toot (a green and yellow parakeet) can say "mama's pretty boy."  Tweeter (an orphaned gamble quail who's egg we hatched just to see if we could since the mom abandoned the nest. Tweeters was the only egg to hatch from the nest.) Tweeter rode on Clovers head.  We got red bandanna curtains.  It snowed here. At school we can only write with a bic pen blue and grade with red Bic.  Our school is neat. Sincerely yours Katie Roe.  I'm thinking they were also probably teaching us how to write letters at school since I sound so formal and all. lol  Thinking back as an adult at what was going on.  I can't believe how unaffected I sound.  Just goes to show that finding someone's letters doesn't always show what was really going on.