Dear Mom's friends,
Thank you for being so nice to me. I can't run and play, so I'm kind of sad, but you made me feel better with all your nice comments last week. Amelie was a little scared of me when I came home, because I look funny. I don't have any pants right now! I have stitches instead, like a monster.
At least I look better than this:
Mom and I have lived in a play pen upstairs since Friday. It's kind of fun, because she cuddles me all the time, but I hate the yucky medicine that Mom and Dad give me three times a day. Gross.
I don't hurt so much anymore, so I walk around, sometimes. Oh! I also escaped on Sunday night and went down the stairs, but I went down faster than I thought I would, and I scared everybody. Mom cried by herself in the play pen and mumbled something about being the worst mom in the whole entire universe. Oops. I can't wait until my hips are better, because I still want to be a lion when I grow up, so I have to practice running and hunting.
Thank you for being good friends.