Dear Journal & Audience:

I can feel my impending end nearing. I am short of breath, tired, and unable to use my hind legs. Further, I am being constantly tossed into the air by humanoids.

I thought I would share some recent memories with you.

Here is me crawling. My hair is disappearing fast and I am afraid I am becoming unattractive.

Here some mean human has intrapped me in their hand. Squirming did me no good.

For some reason I thought I was more adroit than I really am. I thought I could climb upwards, but I was wrong. The fall afterwards severely damaged my tush and I believe I defecated in my fur again.

Once again, a homo sapien is playing with me and has me trapped in its arms. I call this picture ‘Arm Monster’.

I plan on finishing my days by writing the Great American Novel, or getting lost in the fluff that is in my cage. Either way, I am holding on as best I can with two functioning legs, dear friends and relatives.

Love always,
Mao