We haz all been attacked wif da floof-flattener! We losted a lots of furz to da wastebasket! We finks dat is so rude! Jiggy losted da most after da Patchy-cat! Then me. I tries to hide, but mom knows all my hidey-spots. No fair!
Dad says "Jiggy has dander-ruff an needs a baff!" MOL I no finks he will like dat. Me an Munchkin iz da bestest kittehs, cuz we has neffur needed a baff. Not effen oncet.
Patches gets a baff purrty offen, cuz her gets stinky feets frum missin da litter box an walkin rite in her puddle. But sumtimes she slips an falls in her puddle. Dat iz so messy-stinky! Da beans haz to shut her in da baff place to clean up after her, an den she gets a baff. She no likes at all .. her screams .. da rest of us go hide. She makes it sound like she iz bein' hurt. We knows mom an dad would neffur hurt any of us, but mai goodness, Patches haz a furry loud voice an it hurts our ears!
Dad iz not home, so we know we iz baff-safe for today, cuz it takes both of dem to hold a kitteh still for a baff. Tomorrow, tho, Jiggy mite get a baff. I will hide and laff.
Jiggy haz been a notty boy, anyways. Heer iz a pickchur mom took today of him sneekin up behind da fax masheen to look out dat winnow. He iz not s'powsed to be up on da desk!
(You kin see all da smears on da winnow from da rain we haz had. Mom says no point in washing da winnow before da rainy seeson is offur wif.)
After she took hiz pickchur, cuz she thot he wuz cute effen if he wuz bein notty, mom snagged him and put him outta da office. MOL!