Dear Everybody in the whole wide world,
This is Lucy a speakin'. First, I want to thank everybody that has said a prayer for me. Everything went pretty good today...if you consider havin' a tube put into your tummy and a lampshade on your head a rockin' good time.
Now, please don't panic when you see my picture...mommy taked it just a few hours after I had my surgery...I don't have my make-up on and I'm certainly not at my best...this time tomorrow I'll be all full of "piss and vinegar" as my mommy would say. Aunt Doktor Davies telled my mommy that I did real good and everything went perfectly with my operation. So, for that we is all real thankfuls. Mommy came to see me tonight but I was kinda woozy so I don't remember a lot about it...I just knowed she was there kissin' my forehead and singin' "You Is My Sunshines" to me. I purred for her but I hope she don't git too excited 'bout it...it was probably either the fantabulous drugs I'mma takin' or gas.
Lots of the little people that was here when I checked in gots to go home...the ICU is a lot more quiet
tonight...that's good...them dogs sure do git on my nerves! But, mommy says they need to git help when they git sick, too, so I guess I shouldn't hate 'em so much...but I still do. Whitey gots to go home today so I guess he was breathin' afterall...I'm still not sure if he was a cat or dog...he was just a big ball of white fur that didn't move.
Mr. Hotty Hotterson himself is still here. Louie sure is one fine hunk of a man. He is definitely eye-candy but I just don't unnerstand why he likes to sleep in his litter box...Louie, that is definitely a turn-off for hot babes such as myself. I mean, I'm just a sayin' that you can't be a chick magnet if you sleep in your poo.
I guess that's it for tonight...I'm just a little woozy. I can't say I really unnerstand what has happened to me. I miss bein' home and bein' able to slap Mazie Grace around a little. I really miss snugglin' with my mommy...I hope none of them ugly little rug rats thinks they is a gonna take my place...I'll be home soon, you little ugly rats...you'd better NOT be a messin' with my stuff!
Very truly yours,
