Cinnamon is eatin a liddle

Poor Cinnamon
I feel sew badd fur yew n I gree wiff Trudi bout dis. Fred wuvs yew n heis
goin thru a hurd tyme. Dunt be sadd, et will awl werk out. Meowmie iz
prayin fur yew awl.
PUUUUUUUUURRS
Mosey

ifin yourown fred wurkz az hard az himz kan den you will efintuali getta
be
wif demselvez agin, anna itz upta yourownsefta keep fred happi ta hep
hizsef
wurk harder, on himz purt, himz hasta luk fur toonaz anna give you lotz
ttenshumz, bof veri hard tzks fura mere hoomin, i haz faif dat you will
get
there, Trudi

Hi Hi Kitties,
I has been upset and not eatin, but the past night I jumped up on
Fred's bed lookin fuer attention and when I was feelin a little like
myownself and safe Fred brought out a little hard food and then a litle
soft food and I had a nibble or two. Just to be polite. I still miss
Ryan, my big buddy, especially in da early morning just wen it starts
to get light, cuz that's wen we used to play togeffer. Then I get off
the bed and meow in two sylables tryin ta say his name "Ry----an,"
but I can't form the word, and I cry a liddle cuz I miss him so much.
Then I go and hid fur the day. I know Fred misses them too.

Cinnamon.


--
Peace,
Fred