Hello Mommies and Daddies of Fuzzies My mamma Misty was so worried 'bout me, she forgots ta be polite and thank all you nice peoples for da helpful stuffs you told her in da e-mail thingie. My nose was all sniffled up, so's I could'nt breave. The breeder poeples took me away from my mamma too soon so's I did not know how to eats the kibble yet. The pet store peoples was busy and did not see how sick and hungry I was. My mamma Misty is "over pro-tek-tiv" what ever that means. I think it means she is always worried 'bout me. Sheesh - she wokes me up evey tree hours ta give me the baby fud and the med-i-sin. It did help me feels bedder, but sheesh! Now I feels good. I sneak around like a wion, and attack da mamma toes! I got my mamma wapped awound my paw. Hee Hee. Oops, here she comes to chek on me again...... gotta go....oh, and hugs yor fuzzies for me , okays? Heather [Posted in FML issue 4597]