Hey everypawdy, it’s me, RaenaBelle. Kittens What a weekend…and week fur that matter. Housekeepin’ ‘round this place is unreliable at best. They skipped our room again last week, so mommy called down to the front desk at 11 a.m. today to inquire as to when they might be plannin’ on cleanin’ our room today. To which they respawnded, “They don’t, you have a do not disturb magnet on your door.” (Raena shakes her head)
Hurry Raena, it’s Blest Sunday and time fur us to write our posty. Besides, it’s me’s turn in mommy’s lap. You’ve been hoggin’ it all meownin’.
Hey everypawdy, it’s me, RaenaBelle, comin’ to ya’ live from the tempurrary Three Belles Ranch. Let me tell ya’, those sticky fingered mini humans can sure be annoyin’. There we were relaxin’ and enjoyin’ the luvvly sun puddle comin’ in thru the window when all of a sudden, the whole room started shakin’ and we thought a herd of wildebeests was runnin’ down the hall and over head. Trust me, I’s know what it sounds like, I’s watched it on teevee purrlenty of times. Just as I’s was gettin’ into huntin’ mode, there came a squeal and holler that can only come from a sticky fingered mini human. This behavior went on fur like elebenty billion minutes befur mommy furinally opened the door and gave the sticky fingered mini human and their pawrent a look that could freeze flickerin’ flames. Not that I’s ever seen that look directed at me of course. I’s purrefect and never do anythin’ wrong.