Playin' ketch up - not da red stuff

Fings bin sooo stwange heer.  Mama habbed a toof ayke an' went to da hooman vetman, den to da toof man, den to a difrunt toofman.  She wuz sorta grumpy fer a wile but iz feelin' so much bedder dat dis day we played Leef Hopper.  She got da wind stik an' blowed leefs awl ober da yard wile Vito an' me ran an ran an' jumped an' played an' sniffed an' snuffled awl ober da plays.
Now tell me - don't I speek cleer?  I no I cant rite reel gud, but don't I speek cleer?  Cuz I tol' Vito we wuz playin' Leef Hoppers.  He fot I sed Leef Poopers.  Well gess hu gotted der shooz awl durty an' iz mad at us now?  He shud cleen owt hims eerz.
No, Mama still iz not mad, she jus' lokked us in an' got owt da big bloo monster an' cutted da grass.  Now owr yard iz awl cleen an' pwetty until tomorrow wen da noo leefs com down wif da rain.  Blech.  Rain.  Did we not hab enuff?
OOOH!  Papa iz home an' he iz still snufflin' wif a reel nasty cold.  He leevs us lots ov yummy tishooz to cleen up (only wen Mama duz not get dem furst).  Wate!  Heer coms Mama in frum cuttin' da grass an' she iz awl green!!  Whut happined, Mama?  Seems da Pippicat cawt a chickmunk an' lef' it in da grass under da leefs ware Mama did not blow dem.  She sed it lukked like a zombie chickmunk wen she fownded it an' der wuz blud an' yukky stuffs...well we won't go dere.  Seems da bloo monster fownd it befor her. She hadda diss poze of it ennywayz.  Now she iz in da hows an' reely needs to rest a liddle.  Her cheeks iz not blowed up enny more, but da wun iz a liddle puffy so she bedder go rest. We don't want her to wook like a hyoodj chickmunk enny more...speshully a zombie wun...BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Soon,

End of bizzy day

Vito an' me nursin' Papa fru hiz cold

ARfur