letter from rosie

People of J-Land:

I may have reason to be concerned about the human called Mara.  Just last weekend, she left on Saturday morning and did not return to fill my water bowl until Sunday evening.  She looked strange when she walked in - her lips were contorted and turned upward at the corners.  I have heard this is called a smile. 

After she filled the water bowl - cheerfully, I might add - she picked up the phone and called the human named Charles and I heard her tell him about a drug bust at her daughter's apartment building.  She seemed excited.  And then, I heard her say something about gang members, a patch for an air mattress and Walmart.  And then she was rambling about a wisteria gazebo and ducks at the Duke University Gardens - this is not usual for her.  I believe she is delirious.

What really concerns me is - she talked about moving to a place called Durham. 

She is not a young woman.  There is no need for her to go gallivanting around the state on weekends, leaving me to fend for myself.  She could break a hip or something. And certainly, she does not need to move, no matter how good the job benefits might be - what will happen to me?  I can open doors, I can shred a food bag should the need arise - but I cannot turn on the faucet.  I am in danger of severe dehydration.  And possible homelessness.  If she continues on her current path, I could become...a bag kitty.

I knew I should have kept that Lexapro stuff under the couch.  I may have to learn to dial 911 after all. 

By the way, what does the word "happy" mean?  She says it often these days.

I will keep you posted.