If anyone is willing to adopt a frightened feline owned by the Bartlo
family, please email me immediately. I don't know how much time I
have. Yesterday Joey tried to hide in my litter box and grab me by the
tail. He and his mother are crazy. They deep fried my only friends and
talked about the weather.

I have to get out of here somehow, but all the windows are nailed shut
because Joey thinks the clouds from outside will float in and poison
him. He never leaves unless it is exactly 748 degrees (that's on his
homemade thermometer)

I am an orange and black Tabby with three legs and some singed patches
on my fur (those will grow back) If you want to take me in it will
have to be tonight. I have a plan to escape through the laundry chute
at midnight when Joey and his mother are taking a bath.

I have to go. He's coming.

Bartolomeow