Dear Mike,I sure hope you are coming home soon. I keep waiting for you every night to come home. My mom tries to talk me into coming to bed, but I insist on laying in the hallway so I can keep an eye on the door where you always come in. The floor isn't as comfortable as our bed, but I don't want to miss my chance to say HI as soon as you get home.
The cat grass has been good. Otto ate most of it this morning. Mom let us go outside to smell on the deck. I sure wish she would let us go downstairs so we could lay in the grass and roll on the sidewalk like we used to do at our house.
Mom keeps telling us that we are going to move. I'm not sure what that means, but as long as we have you and our mom - I think Otto and I will be OK.
Mom doesn't do a very good job digging in my ears either. I really miss our quality time in the recliner. I can't wait to stretch out and scratch my paws on your pocket as soon as you get home. I love you.
Love,
Eddy
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