Urm, I don’t really know what to write, because… I don’t know what happened. The last thing I remember was pouncing on that raving rabbit and then…ploinking. Or toinking. I don’t remember what sound I made. Wait, does that even matter? Anyway, after I toinked (or ploinked), I fainted. And now, and now… I have no idea where I am or how I got here. All I know is that I feel small. But warm. And fuzzy. But small.  Really, really small. Anyone care to help a little kitten find her way home?

Wait. Is that Pink’s and the froggies‘ voices? No, it can’t be. If that were the case, then I’d be hearing horses and Purin too, and that’s not possible. Purin’s probably still busy eating his pudding (unless they ran away from him) and… Horses can’t talk, that would be ridiculous! Since when have you heard an animal speak? I must still be whoozy after toinking (or ploinking).