Dear Auntie Leisa:
I miss you.Mum doesn’t give me as many treats as you. That makes me sad. And mad. So I have been acting really bad. But then Dad locks us up as punishment. I hate it here. Can I come live with you?
Love Betsy
P.S I wouldn’t want Gus to come. Just so you know.
(Auntie Leisa is the one who took care of us while mum & dad were away.)
-Betsy
This photo cracks me up, i don’t know why
Poor, poor Betsy. Listen, Betsy – if that works, you let us know, OK? We have an Auntie Lisa who does awful good work.