Here is your Bobby of the fair city writing to you in celebration of the joyous Mardi Gras season! Do you not love the Mardi Gras, with its parades, music, masques, festoons, buffoons and feasts prior to the solemn season of Lent? Do you not anguish over what to give up for Lent in order to remind yourself of the trials the Christians suffered?
Even Egyptian priests, such as myself, take advantage of all holidays of every religious persuasion, there are so many wonderful traditions to celebrate! But the Mardi Gras is one of my favorites.
This year, I am Captain of the Krewe of Hotep, and I have included a picture of myself in my finery. I have been busy organizing a great party with Coach Lloyd's cats down at the old wash house! I am arranging a splendid and beautifully decorated King Cake of tuna, with a mouse hidden inside for luck. We shall revel under the wash house, playing at dice and dancing to Creole tunes sung by the local Cattulus Choir. The King Cake shall be consumed, and the lucky feline who finds the mouse shall have great bounty in the coming year!
There is a new member of the neighborhood who certainly could lend a voice to the choir - it is loud and raucous, but that feline is of unfriendly temperament and also has no sense of civility at all. It comes into my yard at all hours, that awful voice wailing, and sits on my porch without permission. I see it daily and wonder what kind of trash it must belong to to be so uncultured. It will not be invited to the celebration.
A small gray feline has been coming to my porch, and my keepers have been feeding it. He is very respectful, and follows me about. He is quite handsome, gray all over, but very frail. My keepers have transported him to the Doctor to the Priests, Dennis Seymore of Daingerfield, where I'm sure his credentials will be removed and he will be deloused. The keepers are hoping to find him a wonderful home, and I hope he finds one also. I endeavored to protect him from that awful loud cat who attempted to hurt him daily.
As you can see, life has been quite busy in the new year. Trying to decorate my float for Mardi Gras has kept me up at night, some of which have been quite chilly! I am using my barge to make the float, and hopefully can engage Coach Lloyd's cats as oarsmen. I love sitting on my barge on my gilt throne in my regalia, spreading enlightenment and blessings over all of Avinger. This is truly a wonderful place to call home. The folks here are kind and I try to visit as many as possible each week.
Cliocatra is attending the Mardi Gras in a Haitian costume. I have included her photograph too. She was a bit hesitant at first, but her headdress convinced her to accompany me in the parade. I think it may have been a bit too tight on her head, though.
And so, my dears, I must be about my business. I wish you all delicious king cake galore, beads, and music every day until Wednesday. Let the vino flow and the feasting be divine! And if you should hear the felines singing, just remember, they sing for me!
Lez Bon Temp Roulez!!
Your Bobby Hotep
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