My typist and I would like to wish all of you Mothers
— and humans who act like Mamas to your fuzzy little ones —
a very joyful Mother’s Day!
An extra special thank you to those of you have adopted those little fuzzballs who didn’t have their own Mamas. Thank you for loving them and giving them safe homes. I am sure your babies appreciate you very much.
I am glad my Mama found me. I don’t remember much anymore, but I know I was all alone. In the cold. Next to a highway full of big, noisy cars. I was trying to get through them when this human came running through the cars right at me! I took off and tried to hide under a concrete barricade next to a very steep, very high embankment that looked more like a cliff. I kept trying to back further under the barricade and came real close to going over the edge. But the crazy human was hanging over the barricade blocking my escape…or fall. She finally managed to pull me out from there and wrapped me in the big wool sweater she was wearing. I squealed and tried to escape, but after a few minutes I relaxed. Being wrapped up and warm felt ok. Kinda nice even.
There were more adventures because I was very tiny and very sick. But I got better and I got bigger and I got even feistier. And I’ve been letting that crazy human — who refers to herself as Mama — live with me for over five years now.
P.S. All of my baby pictures are actually printed old style on paper instead of being on the computer thing. So Mama will have to figure out how to share those with you. So don’t hold your breath. I was very, very cute, though.