Hope your Christmas celebrations were marvelous, darling furry delight.

Mommy wouldn't turn on the computer for me so I couldn't write my heart-throb and tell him how much he was missed. There was lots and lots and lots of humans around and some were a lot closer to my size than Mom's. They had high-pitched voices and grabby fingers and I retreated under the bed. I'll be glad when this madness is over. (But the ice cream snackies were good.)

Hope you have survived the holidays with fur and valor intact my precious. I tried to be brave, so sorry that little grabby fingers are my breaking point.