Fangu Wascal. Ize shur heez got a lot uv noo frendz alreddee. Ize
wud luv tu play wif yu. Weel wayt till da tribyewz ar finished an den
weel go play chase.

Cyrus

On Oct 14, 12:50*pm, Will in New Haven
wrote:
On Oct 14, 11:13*am, " wrote:

[A grey and white cat steps up to the podium, brushes an imaginary
speck from his black tuxedo, looks around nervously and begins to
speak]

Lovingly snipped

He waz

mor dan mine broffur, he waz mine frend. *sniff

Hee iz waiting for you above da skeye. Hee will haff menny gnu frenz
to play wiff an hee will play wiff dem butted hee will wate for you
beclaws yoo is his speshul fren. An wen yoons get together you can run
for MILES on feelds wiff cool breezes an da mos byootiful smells.

Wile yoo ar waitin, yoo will haff other frenz to play wiff. Rite neow,
we can play. Dere is a hawl offer dere dat is out ob da weigh of da
Ball. Yoo can chase me.

--
Wascal, a growed up kitten