Dis be wi'l Frappe. Foster Mommy notissed dat my left eyeboll is open a slit. I can't wate fur bofe my eyebolls be open all da way so I can see where my B-I-G bruffurs and sisfur go when dey leef da carrier. I get lonely and I cry. Sumtimes I can make my way outta da carrier, but I can't find ennybuddy so I just cry den too.
Dey play wiff me sumtimes, and dey purrty gentul. Mom cat Latte snuggles me and nurses me and licks me, expeshully affer Mommy Norma giffs me mook, cuz it get on my furs.
I haff a round bewwy, which Mommy Norma likes, but I still furry small. I haff a big voice, tho, and I furry actif!
Dat's all.
Luff,
Wi'l Frappe
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The 8 Wiscats:
Henri
Simba
Annie-Claire
Sylvie-Chantal
Simone-Mireille
Poucette-Noelle
Andre-Guillaume
Madeleine-Louise Munchkin
In memory of precious and beloved angel kitties: Pierre (1979-1996), Louis Catorze (1984-2000), Giselle-Lizabeth (2005-2007), Monsieur Gervais le Blanc (1995-2007), Clochette-Giselle (2006-2007), The Excellent Lady Sophie-Marie (1990-2009), Beau (1992-2009), Miss Minette (Button) (1992-2010)





olly, Penny, and Petey peek around the corner:: Can we play too?