Here I am. I am on my who man beans bed under a cover with turtle print.
I don't feel happy or good or anything.
I am going to the orthopaw this afternoon to check my splint. I
f your splint slips, you are in big trouble.
I don't know if I have a slipping splint.
I hate it.
I dislike it strongly.
I will not send a Christmas card to my splint.
I vote my splint "a fierce, bad thing".
You can have my splint.
If anyone asks you how I feel about my splint, tell them I think my splint is despicable.
Yours,
Fish the Kitten
