Dear Peach,
Well, my person is home. She's no longer balancing on sticks, but instead is on the weird scooter type thing that she rests her knee on. She was calling it a Roll-about at first, but now she and your human have started calling it Scooty Puff, Junior. I don't get it. They're weird.
Anyway, when she first got home, I immediately ran to her, because I needed to see that she was okay. I took good care of her for the first day, not leaving her side. That got really boring, really fast. I don't know how you took care of her for as long as you did! I've found a new game that I'm rather enjoying. She gets on this scooter and tries to move around. I run in front of her and then I stop. It's hilarious! She's so much bigger than me. Her scooter could crush me. But she loves me so much that she'll just stop and wait instead of risk getting too close to me! It's great.
Even more fun, it's really difficult for her to get up. So, I wait until she's trying to get up, then I run towards her, appearing like magic, and leap on top of her. I curl up on her chest and be as cute and sweet as I can be. It usually works. She usually settles back down and pets me for a little bit. It's a great game! I inconvenience her AND I get some extra snuggles. It's the best.
Well, I'm going to go resume taking advantage of her being here for several weeks non-stop. I'm pretty sure she's about to try to get up to use the bathroom, so I'm going to go jump in her lap and purr.
Love,
Banana
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