Boots, the DripKat here ~

Hey Miz MOFF ~

THANKz fur the Tuna Juice ideer - BOY duz that make wadder taste GUD! Dad popped a kan a tuna soon as we gotz ta da Ranch last nite and fixed me a tuna koktail - MMMMmmmmm GUD! I lapped up a lot more'n a tablespoon! Dad sez he thunk I eben *burped* when I kame up fur air.

Oh yeah; we piked up a tubby of Kottage Cheeze onna way home - I gotz summa that fur breakfust (after Dad "tested" it) . I lapped that up so hard offa spoon it wuz flyin all ober my kone thingy. Dad turned my kone round so's I kud lick up allua stray globz.

I wuz tired but dint wanna go beddy-bye inna tubby last nite. Soon as it wuz litez-out an I knewe they wuz all inna bigbed - I pried open the tubby klozet slider an jumped out inna baffroom. NUTZ! Hall door wuz latched. Herd Cinnerz tell Dad "Kat'z out!" Managed to jump up onna vanity an tried the sink bowl out fur a nappy - but gotta *krink* inna neck kuzza the kone onna hed.

Dad wuz purdy Happie inna mornin... Not a bunch red streekz all ober eberthin - my zipper purdy much dried up an quit leakin an I'z leavin my bum alone kuzza the Dopey Pillz. And *PEE* onna papurs wiffout any pink stuff innit! He hadda feel the papurs an look reel hard ta see that I made sum *pee* kuz it dont show up so gud wiffout the red tracer...

I jumped outta the tubby rite away (I DID sleep inna tubby) when he come'd in an started givin Head Bumpiez - which iz Reelee Hard when ya got a kone-hed /lampy shade onna hedbone! Iffin ya dont aim quite rite - Dad sez *owchie* when ya jab a soft spot wiffa kone.

I dun a kupla *pee'z* inna papur box durrin the day an he wuz so Happie he tella-dingered Doc Lisa at 5 a-klok... But she wuz werkin onna sickie...
He telled wunna the udder Docs allua gud newz. He membered me - think he mitta be in helpin Sir Jury when she wuz kuttin on me. He got reel Happie soundin an sed he'd tell Doc Lisa allua gud newz an to keep em all posted onna progress.

Wheew! I'z gettin a lil b-u-z-z-ie inna hed - gotz a Dopey Pill jest affore we kame to the Shop... Gonna take a nappy onna Fire Pantz Dad left onna floor fur me.

Uh-Ooohhh - Dad jest looked atta klok onna arm an sez it'z time fur me to eat the sqwirt gun agin.
Dang it - I duzint *LIKE* drinkin wadder that way! An I knowe he dint bring any tunna juice wiff us... Oh well; I wont fight too hard an prolly swaller summa it...

Thanks a hole BUNCH fur allua Prayerz an Get Well Wishuz you Pet Talk Folkz an FurKidz been sendin my way - they make our hole Fambly feel *Gud*!

Mee-Oww atcha all Laterz...

/s/ Boots, the I-Kan-Pee-Agin Kat

Sorrie we're late checkin in - nuffin wrong cept the fambly trakter kar gotz sick an hadda go see the KarVet tuday. Dad sed the whoa peddel wuzint werkin rite an it leaked more gas than it drank. It'z all better now - but now Dad's sayin we FurKidz gotta sit onna korner an sell pensilz and hold a kup.