Feral

by carolynholm

Dear Elsa,
You look so elegant. Who would have guessed your background is feral!
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mum,
Feral doesn’t sound very nice. 
Love, Elsa

Dear Elsa,
It just refers to your mother’s lifestyle. 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mum,
She had a lifestyle?
Love, Elsa

Dear Elsa,
Your foster mom told me the rescue group trapped you kids with your mom in a feral colony. 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mum,
I remember our foster mom! Charlie and I loved her!!!!!
Love, Elsa

Dear Elsa,
She is a wonderful foster mom. I give her credit for the two of you being so confident and affectionate. You are also lucky that you were with your actual mother until you were old enough to go off on your own. Moms are so important! Winston wasn’t as lucky. He was somehow separated from his cat mom, and had to be bottle-fed by his foster mom.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mum,
Is that why he’s sorta weird?
Love, Elsa

Dear Elsa,
Honey, I think he’d have been weird anyway. That might be just how he is.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mum,
So Charlie and I are feral?
Love, Elsa

Dear Elsa,
Not any more! But you were a good daughter and listened to your mom when she told you to be wary of people. On your rescue group’s paperwork someone made the note “Resists Handling.” And even after a year you still don’t want me to pick you up. I hope that changes eventually.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mum,
Charlie doesn’t have rules like that. And we both had the same mother.
Love, Elsa

Dear Elsa,
Your brother is so laid back that I’m sure he never listened to your mother. Not one bit. 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mum,
He just wants to have a good time.
Love, Elsa

Dear Elsa,
That’s our Charlie.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mum,
So we’re not feral any more?
Love, Elsa

Dear Elsa,
You are still a bit skittish, and Charlie is a wild doofus, taking the house apart piece by piece. But you two are no longer feral.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mum,
I’m not crazy wild like Charlie. I’m a lady.
Love, Elsa

Dear Elsa,
Most of the time. Except when you are getting a belly rub. The wild way you writhe around and kick your feet then can only be described as downright slutty. 
Love, Carolyn 

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