Dear Aunt Doktor Davies,
Yesterday I came to spend the day with you to git a follow-up check-up on my pooper. I think maybe I gots into troubles. Mommy fussed at me when we gots home. She made me feel real real REAL bad.
See, I wasn't feelin' real good yesterday. I guess I was just havin' a off-day. Even though I'm better, I still ain't a hunner percent right yet. I just didn't feel like havin' anybody touchin', squeezin', lookin' at or talkin' 'bout my very-extra-special-private-places.
I know you telled mommy I was grumpy and that I whapped you...I'm sorry. At least I didn't put the bitey on you. All I did was whap you good a few times. Trust me...it coulda been lots worse.
I want you to know that I think you is the best dang pooper-fixin' vetroregurgitarian in the world. I didn't mean to hurt your feelin's or nothin'. Please forgive me.
Very truly yours,
Felix the Magical Cat
