Dearest peoples on the innernets,
It's me...Mazie Grace. I am talkin' in italics 'cause I am still pretty dang weak...but mommy says I'm a survivor...I'm a tough little broad and I'm gonna fight until I am all betters. Although I'm still not feelin' so hots, mommy says shes thinks I look a little brighter and I'm startin' to git a little tiny bit of my fiestiness back...please keep sayin' prayers for me, 'kay?
Mommy has been workin' from home most of this week 'cause she has to feed me so frequently plus, she likes to keep an eye on me and make sure I don't pull my feedink tube outs. So, while she was workin' today, she did some laundry, too...she taked everything outs of the dryer and put it on the kitchen table so she could fold everything...when she wasn't lookin', I decided to helps!
Look at what a mess mommy made...it was very important for me to lay downs on the clothes to iron out any rinkles.
And then I had to sniff eveyrthing and make sure it smelled right...you know...smelled like me.
I must tell you that foldink clothes is a very VERY tirink job...I think I must take a naps to regain my strength.
Thanks for comin' by to visit and...thanks for all your prayers.
Very truly yours,
Miss Mazie Grace Graves
Social Director
Whiskers & Purrs Gang
