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To: Tatum@cheerful.com; clem@catlover.com; runa@coldhaus.com Emmabuddyandkid@kittymail.com
From: peepmissrudyandlt@gmail.com
Subject: Learning to use email

Hi, Peep here.  Rudy is teaching me how to use email.  She’s tired of me dictating messages to you all, so she cut me off - either I learn how to use it myself or I never get to communicate with you all again.  Cruel.  I’ve been learning to type for the past week or two and today she showed me how to use the email site.  I’d really prefer just to dictate, but she’s been in a truly foul mood lately.  Mid-life crisis, I think.  “I’ve never been anywhere, never done anything, yada yada yada.”  LT’s been spending a lot of time outside, trying to avoid her is my guess.  Odd thing about her teaching me was that although she showed me how to type, she didn’t show me how to use spell-check.  I figured that one out by watching her send an email when she thought I wasn’t there.  Personally I think she wanted my emails to look like they were written by a five-year old human.   Well, now that I can send my own emails I’ll be in touch more often.  Hope you all had a good holiday weekend.  I’m hoping for some hamburger, as I heard the Mommy tell the yarn lady yesterday that she was going to have a barbeque.  Going to check and see if the grill is on!

Peep
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To: Tatum@cheerful.com; clem@catlover.com; runa@coldhaus.com Emmabuddyandkid@kittymail.com
From: peepmissrudyandlt@gmail.com
Subject:  Guess Peep didn’t learn enough about using email

I guess Peep didn’t realize that I could look at the Sent folder in Gmail and see exactly what she had written.  She was quite secretive about writing her email and declined my offer of proofreading, so as soon as she went outside I logged on and checked the account. 

FYI, I am *not* having a mid-life crisis.  I just get to thinking every now and again that perhaps I could have done more with my life.  I mean, my career as a barn cat and then retirement here when Grey stepped on me hasn’t been the kind of thing that folks write books about!  Well, no matter.  And LT always spends lots of time outside in the summer.  Oh, and I figured that Peep would learn about spell-check if she wanted to.  She could have asked me and I would have told her in a minute.  Well, I’m gonna sign off before the Daddy comes in and catches me on the computer.

Rudy
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