April 24th 2012 9:28 am
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I'm typing in secret from the bowels of the hospitals. My Mama dropped me off for my treatment last night. It was a long night. It smells like scoundrels in here, and I no likes it. At least Mama packed me a bag and I has my favorite mousie.
They hasn't given me the shot yet, not until this afternoon; but my Mama called to check on me this morning and I heard the lady say I am resting comfortably. Hers a liar-liar-pants-on-fire. I is NOT comfortable in a box, treated like a common convict. I don't even gets a phone call!
I'd pick the lock but I don't have thumbs.
Maybe I'll get a prison tattoo. My next door neighbor Slim looks like he might knows his way around a needle.
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due ewe like cake...trout cake...cake that haz been FILED under "reely grate tastin but watch out coz sum times de middle iz kinda tuff ta chew"
we hope sew coz we haz SAWfish sam on de way with de cake that ewe can FILE under grate tastin !!!
hope ya bust out soon callie N can come home
st francis' blessing two ewe..