Last night was horrible. I was playing a fun game with Mom - you know the one where there are wiggly things under the blankets and I chase them? Well, Sam said that they are Mom's fingers but I don't believe him. Anyways, we were playing and suddenly I looked over and a huge, scary, furry thing snuck up beside the bed (it looked a lot like Sam - hmmm). I was so scared that I ran across the top of the bed, flew onto a bunch of books and things and then landed near the window. It was terrible because as I was fleeing the scene I landed on Mom for a minute and I found out later that I put three really bad scratches on her tummy. Poor Mom! Now she won't want to play games with me ever again. :(
Oh, this morning I got treats.
Love,
Emma
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Just watch out for the f'ing Swiss. Man, they think they're so cool, with their CHEESE and their FONDUE and their "oh, look at our watches, they are so very accurate and pleasant to look at." Bastards.
Also, cats shouldn't scratch people.
Hey, didn't Emma recently take a trip to North Korea to supposedly "catalogue the many interesting floral species of the region?" Sounds suspicious to me...better get a Geiger meter reading from her fur!
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