Please send me your cat drawings to my new Post Office Box
Hello my dearest friends,
I love to encourage people to draw. My typist, Mrs. Hodges, is always running around the house saying, “Why do people say,’I can’t draw?’ They can draw. They can. They can!”
I try to tell her people are easily discouraged. It only takes one person to say, “What is that?” when they look at your drawing of a cow. Or maybe a teacher was intentionally mean and said, “I am not going to put your picture up on the wall. Maybe you should try ball-room dancing next semester.”
And for the rest of their life they say, “I can’t draw.”
Now people. Listen carefully.
YOU HAVE THUMBS!
Of course you can draw. You can pick up a pencil or a crayon and hold it between your thumb and pointer finger and make marks on a piece of paper.
Pooh, did you really want to yell at your readers? Yelling is kind of severe isn’t it?
Mrs. Hodges. I appreciate your thoughtfulness and concern for my readers. However, this is a very serious matter.
My dear friends, I don’t want to yell at you. Really I don’t. Just think of it as a stern voice. The kind of voice your mother used when she saw you walking in the middle of the road when you were four years old.
A few weeks ago, Mr. Hodges bought me my own P.O. Box. A cat can’t have just anyone knowing where there street address is. I wouldn’t get any sleep if my fans kept knocking on my door asking for autographs.
As a gracious boss, I allow my staff to receive mail at my P.O box too.
P.O. Box 314
Pottstown, PA, 19464
Please send me your drawings of cats. And if you would like to, I would love drawings of me with a bent ear. I will publish them on my blog with your first name and the first letter of your last name.
I look forward to receiving your letters and drawings. Please give me your address so I may write you back.
I love to get mail. Do you?
Please tell me in the comments if you like to draw. And please don’t say, “I can’t draw.” If you do, may I please have your thumbs? I would like to be able to draw.
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About Pooh Hodges
I have had a hard life. Born to a single mother in a back alley in Wisconsin. I never knew my father. My sister died young. I am writing my story. Look for it.