This is from Bumble Bobbitt, Patient Griselda, Red Hedda Hopper and Blanche DuBois in Wisconsin (we wrote to you once many moons ago, but then Uncle Greg --the keeper of the laptop--had to go out of town a lot, so we didn't have any way to tell you more about ourselves until Mommy got herself this great big regular pooter). Anyway, we want to share with you how we helped Mommy with Spring housecleaning and decorating today! She let us up from the basement at the very crack of dawn, and said we could stay up all day on account of we were so good when we had our shots last week, and because we'd had to stay in the basement for three whole days when the wallpaper guy was here and left many buckets and trays and other fun-smelling stuff on the floor at night. (We probably could've helped him, too, but he said we weren't union, whatever that means.) The curtains and windows were open because Wisconsin finally got some sun and a little warmth, and we had a fine time chasing sunbeams all over the floor (Hopper actually caught one and ate it.... she says), and we even got to play in the 3-season porch where we found some toys that we hadn't seen all winter! Then Mommy started moving around furniture and pictures and plants and stuff, and it was all very exciting and we helped her by hanging on her feet so she couldn't go too fast and trip over something....Mommy gets a little crazy when she gets to redecorating! Anyway, Mommy decided she didn't really need us on her feet, so she let us explore in a wonderful place under the sink that she'd never let us go in before. There were old pots and pans in there that she was going to wash up and put away, and she thought maybe we'd have fun crashing around in there first. And we did have much noisy fun, but I guess Mommy didn't remember that she'd bought a nice-sized sack of potting soil awhile ago and stuck it behind the pots and pans, and she didn't see it because the sack was dark and the space was dark, but we saw it. Saw it right off. Smelled it, too. Gorgeous smell! The sack hadn't been opened yet, but we took care of that little problem real fast. Mommy was having a rest in the living room, in a chair with a high curved back, so she couldn't see through the dining room into the kitchen, but gradually she became aware that the jangling of pots and pans had been replaced by a strange slithery sound. This caused her vague misgivings, but it needn't have because we were doing a great job all by ourselves....when she came into the kitchen, there we were, working very hard to drag that nice big torn bag to our special fireplace nook, one of us at each corner, making an admirable and rare team effort! (Even Blanche, who usually spends most of her upstairs-time sleeping in the sub-woofer.) And we'd created a beautiful wide trail of fragrant potting soil, with lovely designs of our feet and tails, all across the wood floor, to give that final touch of Spring to the kitchen. Now, for some reason, the girls are back in our condo in the basement, and I'm due to join them after I'm through pootering to you, and the sun hasn't even set yet! I guess Mommy's overwhelmed by our efforts to help her and has to take a nap. I guess we will, too....it's been such a busy and productive day. (We are thinking of hiring ourselves out as home decorators. After we've joined the union.) Ciao for Now, Bumble B. Bobbitt, Chief Correspondent [Posted in FML issue 2254]