C’mon RaenaBelle. Hurry up mommy, we need you to type fur us. It’s Blest Sunday, and everypawdy purrobably thinks we fell off the face of the earth. We’ve been MIA since last Wednesday. Kittens!!! (Dezi tries to corral Raena and push mommy to the computer)
Hey everypawdy, it’s me, RaenaBelle, comin’ to ya’ live from the tempurrary location of the Three Belles Ranch. I’s gotta tell ya’, the weather outside is frightful. It’s stormin’, and rainin’, and hailin’, and there’s even tornadoes swirlin’ ‘bout. We couldn’t have picked a better day to have a playdate. After all, stayin’ inside and safe can be borin’, lessen you have somekitty to play with. Hurry sissy, she’ll be here any minute now. Help me set up the travel tunnel.
Hey everypawdy, it’s me, RaenaBelle. I’s gotta tell ya’, motel, hotel, whatever livin’ ain’t fur everypawdy. But, I’s gotta say, it ain’t all that bad either. Y, We’ve had sun puddles the likes I’s never seen at home. Mommy says we don’t have ‘em at home cuz of the way our ‘pawrtment sits and those nasty old oak trees that cover everythin’. Even sissy’s enjoyed a few and stretched out all spread eagle like.