My Dear Public,

It is certain to the good and noble ears of this particular little orange fellow that never has a song equaled the simple and terrible beauty of Scott Walker’s ‘Face on Breast’. Firstly, I like faces and breasts. Also, he talks about a swan in the song, and I like swans – a lot. I have always wondered how best to eat one without it noticing and beating my tiny body into a tiny pile of pulp with its mighty wings. Sometimes the song makes me sad, especially the lines ‘Pledging my love / Pledging my love / What if I’m only / If I am only pledging my love?’ This reminds me of all the times my family promises me that I can go outside, but then they forget or tell me that it has gotten too dark out. So it’s sort of like they were pledging love and good times to me, but then they took it back. It makes me very sad when they do this, and I think it is actually animal abuse. I am looking into it, because I saw a thing on TV about it.

Ever thine,

Marvin Quincy Longbody-Horriblekitten