Dear Aunt Doktor Dugan and all them nice peoples that work with her,
This here is Freddy Astaire Graves III speakin'. Today is my one week anniversary of bein' in my forever home. Dang...life is GOOD people! In this first week I've already made 'bout a gazillion friends...I like ALL of my brothers and sisters and ALL of 'em like me, too! I've also eated 4733 cans of Fancy Feast...of course, my mommy did NOT buy them from Ukrop's...(read 'bout that mess here)...I've also had my very first ever kiss from a real live girl!...Hubba Hubba...I likes me some Mazie Grace! I've sleeped every single night on the big bed with mommy and all them other cats...it's got a magical blanket on it that is warm and toasty...I can't control myself when I'm on it...I just gots to sing my purry song the minute I step on it. I've runned up and down the stairs about 73,257 times. Gosh...runnin' up and down the stairs is a whole lots better than livin' in the kitty condo. Plus...now when I make poops, I don't gots to do it the window at Aunt Doktor Dugan's office...the kitty condo was smack-dab up against the window and I couldn't git me no privacy. Now there's about eleventy-three litter boxes for me to poop in and they all have gots covers on 'em so I can concentrate when I'mma doin' my business!
I guess all I've gots to say, Aunt Doktor Dugan, is that I'm happy...REAL happy. Thanks for helpin' me find my forever family.
Very truly yours,
Three-Finger Freddy Astaire Graves III
