Friend,

Thank you so much! Puddles' latest escape was terrible. I cannot tell you how much I fear for the moment that Puddles remembers she has tiny legs and very large opinions.

Then comes the moment when she slips away again, tail wagging and innocent as the sunrise. Leaving me chasing guarprints through Northpoint like a fool with a bucket. You should have heard me. "If you see my little menace, please coax her with day-old fish and guide her back to me," I said. So sad.

Things have changed, thanks to you. You brought Puddles back to me, safe and nibbling her fish like nothing happened. And finally, finally, I think the little idiot will stay home.

With gratitude, frustration, and love,
Short-Tail