Bun to the rescue
I might be quiet for a day or two. Mama says she feels like hell. I don't know what that is, but she doesn't look happy. So maybe I need to keep an eye on her, make sure she stays around - cause I need her alive to feed me!!! Maybe I can shred her tissues when she falls asleep.
Uh oh, she's getting into the cabinet now. Taking paper off something, putting it in her mouth. It smells strong, like medicine but mint too. Oh no, Mama's gonna o.d. on mint! I gotta stop her.
Bastya, if you're reading this, I'd love to hear from you. It just might be Sunday before I get to write back. Right now, I gotta save Mama!!!