A letter from a cat (fiction)

Lights turned up. A black cat appeared on the stage. There were bookshelves, some lamps, a writing table, and a chair.

The cat was wearing a beret. It was flamboyantly tilted. It made him looks like Tezuka Osamu.

"Bonjour tristesse. Adieu tristesse. Bonjour bonheur," said the cat.

The cat sat on the chair. With a quill, he began writing a letter.

"Dear my uncles, how is it going with my family? I hope you all are well.

I'm in Nice. It is very quiet here. I found a good place to live in. I also met a professor with fine whiskers. He let me in a college. I'm a college student now.

The college is a nice place. Especially this college is a very good place for cats. There are lots of us, human shaped cats.

The college has cozy rooms. It is called silent rooms. It is membered rooms. There are cussions, chairs and a tiny lamp. Small and dark rooms. To some it sounds like a cell, but you know how it is cozy for cats.

How is our dear grandmother? I had not known how old she is, but the professor said that ninety was a very very old age for humans. I wish her well. Her Alzheimer's can't be cured, I believe. But she had been worked hard for decades, so we must make rest of her life comfortable. Please make sure she has everything she needs. Hot tea, warm meals for three times in a day, an afternoon cake, good baths, et cetera. As I recall she liked hot chocolate, dried fruits like Hoshi-gaki, and anything sweet. Send her my best regards.

Ere long we meet again.

Love, Blacky.

Post scriptum. I'll send something yummy with my letter. Some fish and cakes, perhaps."

Curtain fall.