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Dear Charles, Musya and family —

Yr Chagallcard of 1/2 a year ago stares at me reproachfully. Not that I feel duty calling — I really want to write. But once started I find it almost impossible except in all-too-legible chicken scrawls. So most always I just don't start.

Believe me or not, I am this moment thinking of putting on my Sheeler-coat over a sweater — it's that cool & damp.

According to your card, you have quite a family! But not to equal mine. At this counting I have nine cats, another outcast (driven away by the king "Wuxtry,") and 3+ kittens. The plus stands for a litter born in the brush by a mother adept at concealing. When she proudly brings them out they are, or will be, wild little hellions.

Well, I start out with enthusiasm but soon get tied up. Anyway, I think