~~From the Desk of Furrari's Kohl-eyed Gorjuss~~

Deer Cat People,

Grrrrreetings from the northern frozen land! hefhefhef...
Today, the One Who Sleeps With Meezers (Yef! Mine Mom, Brandy!) walked me to the BEACH this morning! Woohooof! *tailthumpppppping** It was dark and eerie out. A fog crept in, on, well, little cat feet! *snurr***

***Cue Mutual of Omaha theme***

***Lorne Greene Voice Over***

The lone Arctic Wolf will sometimes arch her back and glower menacingly to ward off suspicious objects and creatures:

Spotting a suspicious beast, the shewolf barks aloud to alert the intruder. The intruder puts its hands up in horror!

***cue heartbeat sound effect***

The white werewolfette comes in closer to inspect, grrr grr grring at the sight, ready to make a lupine howl should the culprit become aggressive:

Sniffing the being's bottom tells her complex brain many things. Neurons fire in rapid succession: What is this? Who was its creator? Is it made of ice cream? Did a fellow wolf pee here several days prior? Only the wolf's keen mind knows!

***cue sound of geese flock flapp-flying away dramatically***

Realizing it is not a beloved human, kitty or bunny, her prey instincts reach saturation point. She attacks!

Making a move for the brain, the wolf knows that many nutrients are stored there.

Shuddering at its bitter taste...

...she spits the pituitary gland into the sea!

***cue loon cries***

*cue credits*

The END!

HeefHeefHeef! Wasn't I a good actress?
Me and Mommy, with, (as our pal Mark says) "snowman brains" all over my face!

Love,

Gorjuss Gale