She's gonna schrink us! Da hoomom maked an apointymint wiff a lady on St. Paddy's day to talk to us (sepurrately an den maybee togetfur....two appt tymes) We not sure if to call hurr a cat sykik or kit whisperer. Da woman callt me a predator when mom deskribt life heer an said iffen hurr cood only bring one kit, bring me. Not sure abowet dat but I do gots a streek ob sumpin asides 'tude an Medley seems to hab lost hurr 'tude.
Enyways, tings no betterer heer an prolly wurse. Mom don't eben trie to take Medley outa da bedroom enymor cuz hurr bites an skratches. (Dat's why mom not sure she can get Med inna carrier) I run at Medley iff I see hurr an eben go back to da room hurr is in an poke awoun to make hurr growl. Bofe us kits liff inna same howse an seems sad an sweep eben more dan most kits. Mom tinks we're lonely, too. An hurr at hurr wit's end (short twip!)
Pleze glow dat when we gets shrunk we don't gotta wear pointy shooes or count golt coins or sumpin (an also dat dis helps!)
Shade whose only ate pownds as it is.

