Oliver,

When your mommy isn't looking, scope out her e-mail. I replied to your message earlier this evening on her account, you sweet-talking wonder guy! We must get our own accounts. Trying to work through hoomans is a pain! They're always claiming they gotta work when everybody knows love makes the world go round, not work! Faugh!!!

A poem, a poem! I'm gonna get a poem and then SWOON! (And it's hard to sweep a girl offa FOUR feet, you handsome Romeo, you!)

Your adoring Livvy!