DAYS GONE BY

 

Dis usta be such a nize place to lib.



We all sleep togedder an dere plenty of room. Da peepels dey juss step ober we. We got along purty well scept when dere food involved youse nose, like onna floor or sumfine but afferwards we frens agin an goes out inna yard checkin everyfing out meke sure it ok.

Dere awways sumfin cool goin on like da bebe squrrl watch-- ole Nigel he culd walk den, waitin for one a dem fall inna he mouf. And dey almost awways did, too. He sit dere for ours watchin and waitin... (Ise nebber cared much for raw squrrl bebe, mysef.)

 

 

An dere awways a lap avaleabel avab a lap ta siddin. No lotta noiseys and leepin about an butt bitin an kill-da-basset games.  I no nose whut happent. But I gots a suspicion.

 

               Look cute, dont he? Got sum news for youse.

 I catchim he in BIG TRUBBEL.

Fondly to youse all,
Dis be da aggravaded Conley