Dad got this little metal flat box thing that makes noise- an iPod?
But me own gifts from mum are much better! She sent a fabulous brush for dad to brush me down every night and every morning. She also sent this little plastic fing that sweeps up cat hair off the furniture and off of ME! Though I don't s'pose it was intended to sweep me, it's like a lovely massage. So now me dad is trained to brush me down and sweep me down every morning and every evening when I jumps in his lap. I let Mum see how much I love 'em when she talks to dad in the box every night. (Dad calls it "Skype". I guess its anoffer one of those silly American fings.)
I talks to me mum on this Skype too! I see her in the box and I meow and squeak at her and she talks right back! I tell her how dad wouldn't let me out to play with the girl cat who lives next door and how he doesn't give me milk every mornin' like she does. And I tell her I miss and she needs to come home to play with me. I do get lonely all day by me self when dad's at work.
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