The Lincoln Letters

During the era of the American Civil War, Union soldiers were given free postage to send letters to their families. They only had to mark their letters “Soldier’s Letter.” As the Center for the Arts remains Closed until Further Notice, we are giving this same privilege to our friend and resident, Lincoln, the Center cat.

Letters from Lincoln,
The Center for the Arts Cat


Camp 72, Homer, New York
March 25, 2020

Dearest,

The human, Zack, recently had the audacity to tell me that I might take a step back from my time spent at the bar. As if I have no self control! This is a quarantine, and I will lap up all the wine I please! But perhaps he is right. There are “bigger fish to fry,” as we cats like to say.

Still no extra treats. That is, if you don’t count the wine.

I may be putting on additional cat pounds.

Yours,
Lincoln


Camp 72, Homer, New York
March 23rd, 2020

Dearest,

It has been a week (in cat days) and I’ve yet to receive any extra treats during this “quarantine!”

I’m beginning to think this “quarantine” is not about me, which would be unsettling to my little cat soul. Perhaps a spot of wine will alleviate this worry.

I must find a sun spot to lay in and ponder on this.

Yours in patience,
Lincoln


Camp 72, Homer, New York
March 19th, 2020

Dearest,

I spent most of my day in the North Tower. Not that I know which way North is, or what a “tower” is for that matter, but Mr. Zack tells me it is the tower with the bell in it. I love bells! Sometimes, I wear them around my neck.

Nonetheless, I napped peacefully on the sofa with little to no interruptions. Such Ignorant Bliss!

This “quarantine” seems more and more like a normal day. It is nice to spend so much time with Mr. Zack, but I’ve begun to ponder: where have all the other people gone that usually make such a racket in this place?

Yours,
Lincoln


Camp 72, Homer, New York
March 18th, 2020

Lincoln, the Center for the Arts of Homer Cat

Dearest,

I sit down to write these few loins to you, hoping it will find you in good health as the departure of this leaves me in at present thanks be to God for his blessing to me. I will take the board of letters to let you know we are all well. At present hoping this will find you in the same. 

Mr. Zack has been spending a lot of time here at Camp 72 with me as of late. He keeps talking about a “quarantine?” I have not heard this word spoken by him before, but yet it feels familiar to my everyday. Perhaps it means more love and treats. I have been starved out so long on dry food, I would not mind more treats!

Zack does seem a bit concerned about the “quarantine,” though his youthful strength and energy should serve him well through the duration.

Yours,
Lincoln