9/23: Little Red Purse

Salud,

Since ze dawn of my existence 6 years ago to this day, I have had an important object in my life - my little red purse.

My purse doesn’t carry silly items like human purses but is instead is filled with ze finest cotton from ze Asian continent. Gifted from a distant acquaintance from Taiwan, it has proved to be a constant reminder to be more joyous and patient. Yes, even fearless female leaders can have purses and can exercise such qualities.

Masterfully crafted, my purse has maintained its original shape for effective bouncing and sliding. Simply put: my little red purse is fun. A silly word I use very sparingly.

Only first-class toys can withstand ze rigors of my play. Others have come and gone, swiftly falling apart such as the Star Wars Tie Fighter from my youth. It lasted perhaps a few weeks with its cheap American cotton.

Prior to evolving into ze supreme outdoor feline I am today, my purse helped teach me the foundational skills of agility and finesse. I fondly remember climbing around ze pull-up bar which may have been one of my first inspirations for ze French Cat Militia’s obstacle course.

Beans,ze Silly One, is fortunate to not have to create his own trainings.

Speaking of, I do try to share my purse with Beans since it yields both exercise and enjoyment. Only under direct supervision, of course.

Alas, with bouncy objects comes misplacement. My purse often flies underneath furniture or appliances. I must then recruit my humans to retrieve it.

Neither here nor there, my little red purse has always been with me even when temporarily lost. Even now, I’m unclear of it’s location.

But, I know it’s here, and, when I find it again, I will have fun.

For I am Lé Toots and I am 6 years old.

Au revoir,

Lé Toots