Dis is Rame again. Mommie is totally freakin' again. Luna is still "stuck". It is like Luna furgits what da litterr box is! She eateded OK and dwinkin OK and eben bein a pain. She eben is peeing. But she not pooping! She refooses to twy da hole milk dat da V@t suckjestteded and she wont dwink da Peedeealites neither. Dey are Laxateeves. Bu she is eating da PetroMaltz. Mommie all upset. She don gotz no canned pupkins, but she do gotz real butternuz squahshz. She wonderin' iffen dey can substeetooted? Mommie gonns call da V@t agin tomorra now da we can ge outta da snow.
Mommie twy to deesstwact herself today by takin down da Chrismezz twee and udder Hollyday dings. Rame help by attacking all da loose bulbies and the lite stwings and jumping on day table while Mommie try to gets da twee in da box. Mommie mussin be happy dat Chrismess is ober cuz she keept yelling at Rame, "Stop it. Your no heppin things, Rame! Get offa da table". Mommie in a BAD hoomor. Rame hidin out in da foam house!!





