Why must you try and escape at every opportunity? I was just joking about the suicidal lemming thing, you didn’t have to take it and run with it, literally, run with it, out into the parking lot, or off up the stairs, and down the stairs…eesh.

I know you have short legs and lots of energy and love to show off, but Mummy can’t catch you so well, especially not when she’s wearing platform-heeled boots and carrying six bags of things which we need because of you.

I do appreciate all the hugs and the licks, and even the attempts to gnaw of my toes but that isn’t going to do much when you’re a flattened pancake because the other idiots who live in the apartment complex don’t look around before peeling out in their suped up trash mobiles.

Seriously wanting you to live to see this Yule and many more,
Your mother.