Grooming Cats #406

A message in a bottle was found. [Dec. 11th. You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings. I am already far north of Cheddar City. Sailing over a calm sea, we may be wafted to a land surpassing in wonders and in beauty every region hitherto discovered on habitable globe. Its productions and features may be without example, as the phenomena of the heavenly bodies undoubtedly are in those undiscovered solitudes. What may not be expected in a country of eternal light? If I succeed, many, many months will pass before you and I may meet. Farewell, my dear sister. - Your affectionate brother, Z.]