Sir Cat's Grand Tour

There comes a time in every young gentleman cat's journey, a coming of age, when it becomes proper that he should embark on his Grand Tour he dons his top hat with a fine silk ribbon, his cane and his cape his milky brandy, catnip cigars, and as for his trunks and chests of toys and beds, his trees and the rest, well, there are servants for that! Then off goes Sir Cat in a cloud of carriage wheel dust and fairlady tears to survey the world most only know by the faintest whiff floating by their provincial noses. It takes 10 days before Sir Cat breaches the bounds of his own lands and...I've only dreamed of his return since! My young gentle lord! I kiss each considerate letter written by his soft cosmopolitan paw! Oh! Another with his seal has just been delivered! Shall I read it? "MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW...MEOW! -SIR CAT Ah! How exquisite!