Dis distress call arrived frum JD:
Emurginsees nawt gud on chrissymus dai. Especially nawt at midnite.
Mai stepsun’s kitteh (a yungster at 8) has cancer. Tonite she started coffing up blud. She’s lost half her bodyweight, a pound of it in the last day. He’s lawst so much – three dads, his dog, a close friend, all over five years – that this loss would rip him apart – that I would do almost anything for her to pull through for a while longer.
The vet thinks there’s a slight chance she’ll recover enough for surgery and radiation treatment, but that it is only a slim chance. He also thinks that treatment has only a slim chance of working.
I needs eberywun to set their gud energy on hi beems and get Bridget glowing. She hasn’t given up, she’s purring and feisty as ever. I want her to really feel the lubs ob Cheezland and know she’s the energy ob cheezlub to draw on.
Adn iffen she crosses the bridge, well, I wants her to hab rainbows dancing in her whiskers from all the energy. I wants teh nite watchman tew noez dis waz a namazing kitteh. She ressled wib big goggies adn beet tehm. She woz feerless adn supreme.