Deer Baby Georgia and all yur sissies,
How are you? Its me, Unkle George. Today we’re going to lern about getting along wiff others.

Der has been a noo member added to ma fambly. Let me tell yu about him!
Furst off, it is KNOT a houndie. Dat is rite! Sometimes yu habs to live with other animals! I no, I no, it is hard to beleeb dat Mama Caffie wood ever let that happen, but it does happen.
Here he is

Check out da size of those earsies!
Won thing to remember: if the hooman brings it home, they think it is theirs and they do KNOT want you to eat it or skwash it or ennything like that. Even when it is nawty and tries to steel yur ice creem!

Tonite ma hooman was playing wiff dis little fellow (oh, ah am sorry, ah did KNOT say his name, witch is Mister Bigglesworth). She had a tempting feather on a string, and boy was it driving me CRAZY wanting to catch it. Ah am swifty and strong, and dis kitteh is just silly! Shore, he can leap and catch, but he is no match for me, da mity Chile!

Old Chikken Arms (dats my hooman, in case yu forgot) played and played wiff him–to show her ah was in da spirit of things, ah got out some of ma toys to encourage her to play wiff ME insteed!

Alas, it was no use. She just kept swinging dat dum feather around, and saying gud boy Georgie, juss a minute.

Even ma best pal, Swifty, try to distract her by roaching!

It was no use. Chikken Arms is so enthralled by dat noo kitteh, she completely ignored and abused both Swifty and me. But here is da lesson part: do KNOT take out yur frustrashuns on da small and week. Be kind, and let dem lean on yu.

They will reward yu wiff frendship, and yur Mommy will lubs yu even more, and gibs yu mooshies!

Ah hope dat yur Monday is brite and sunny!
Lubs,
Unkle George