I'm writing to you today from the car.
It's a pretty nice car, actually. Mike and I have crates with cushy pillows and little pails of water. We've been sitting here waiting for mom, who's at work. She comes out every so often and checks on us and takes us to the PARK.
I really like the park. A park is like the back yard but much bigger. Sometimes there are squirrels that need to be removed so it pays to be vigilant.
Mike prefers to sit in the car as his arthritis has been bothering him lately. He spends his time mushing the soft pillow mom got him into a teensy tiny little bundle in the corner of the crate, then he dumps his bucket of water on it so it makes a nice mushy mess.