Dear Friends,

With Spaghetti in our mix, no one has yet complained of any fighting or screaming in Suite FIV+, so I’ll go with that. Things are so far, so good.

Martini Mike was scooped up like a hot potato and is living large with his new family. I hear we’re getting a new guy soon named Pluto. He must be out of this world. Supposedly, he needs behavioral meds before he can be introduced into the suite. This should be fun.

Like many of my people friends, I’ve learned new skills during this pandemic. I’ve been practicing my opera singing (bel canto technique) every morning. When our lovely staff members enter the suite with breakfast, I sing my songs of longing … longing for my freedom and for my breakfast. Because I’m on a prescription diet and don’t do well with even the smallest variance in my prescription food, I can’t come out of my sleeping crate until everyone’s food is removed. So my daily song continues until I am released, at which point I take a long stretch and have a good scratch on an available post or surface.

Thank you, my dear friend, for all your amazing support. I send you warm hugs, wet kisses, and deep wells of love.

Love,
Lester
(With help from your correspondent, Mary)